Super Mom


So proud (1)


I did my best to prepare you for the worst.  I didn’t want you to get hurt.  Yet, I knew that I can’t protect you from all the hurt in the world and sometimes you have to face disappointment.  In my heart I hoped that you would be chosen.  I didn’t want you to get your hopes up, so I explained the system and why I thought you wouldn’t.  On the other hand, I didn’t want you to feel like you weren’t good enough.  That there is any reason why you should not be chosen.

Gosh parenting is not easy.

I decided to send you to school anyway….even if there was a chance that your name would not be called out.  Even though we were leaving for Stilbaai way too late.

When I saw you with that brown envelope and that smile that you were trying to hide on your face, I knew. I knew you were chosen as a leader for your school in 2015.

The one thing that you so badly wanted.  You wanted your photo on the wall of the school hall.  Just like your mom and uncle. 

I’m so happy for you.  I’m happy for you because it was important to you.  I’m happy for you because you deserve it.

I am confident that you will be a good leader.  That you will lead by example.

Remember that in the words of your headmaster:  “Just like flowers, some kids just bloom earlier than others” Never think you are better because we are all equal. 

Remember that you are special though.  Just as everyone else is.  Treat everyone with the respect they deserve.

You make me proud to be your Mamoeshka mom.

Funny how Juffrou Liz was the teacher who told me that I was going to be a prefect and also now with you the first teacher to congratulate me on you being chosen.




ᔕᕼE ᔕᑕᗩᖇEᗪ ᗰE!

ᗷEᒪᒪᗩ ᕼᗩᔕ ᑭᑌT ᗰE (ᗩᑎᗪ TᕼE ᖴᗩᗰIᒪY) TᕼᖇOᑌGᕼ ᗩ ᒪOT Oᖴ ᔕTᖇEᔕᔕ TᕼᖇOᑌGᕼ ᕼEᖇ YEᗩᖇᔕ.
TᕼE ᗷᗩᑕK-Oᑭ ᗯᗩᔕ ᗪEᖴIᑎITEᒪY TᕼE ᗯOᖇᔕT.

TᕼIᔕ TIᗰE ᑕᗩᗰE ᗩ ᑕᒪOᔕE ᔕEᑕOᑎᗪ TᕼOᑌGᕼ.

ᗯᕼEᑎ ᔕᕼE ᗯᗩᒪKEᗪ IᑎTO TᕼE ᖴᒪᗩT ᗯITᕼ ᕼEᖇ EYE ᔕᗯOᒪEᑎ, I ᗯᗩᔕᑎ’T TOO ᗯOᖇᖇIEᗪ. ᔕOᗰE ᗩᒪᒪEᖇGE᙭ ᗩᑎᗪ ᔕᕼE ᔕEEᗰEᗪ ᗷETTEᖇ.

ᔕᕼE GOT ᗯOᖇᔕE ᗪᑌᖇIᑎG TᕼE ᑎIGᕼT, ᗯITᕼ ᕼEᖇ ᖴᗩᑕE ᗩᑎᗪ ᑎEᑕK ᔕᗯEᒪᒪIᑎG ᑌᑭ ᗩᑎᗪ EᑎᗪIᑎG ᗯITᕼ ᗷᒪOOᗪ Iᑎ ᕼEᖇ ᑌᖇIᑎE.
TᕼᗩT Iᔕ ᗯᕼEᑎ I KᑎEᗯ IT ᗯᗩᔕ ᔕEᖇIOᑌᔕ.

ᗯE ᖇᑌᔕᕼEᗪ TO ᖇIᐯᖇᔕᗪᗩᒪE TO ᔕEE TᕼE ᐯET ᔕIᑎᑕE TᕼEY ᗯOᑌᒪᗪ OᑎᒪY ᗷE Iᑎ ᔕTIᒪᗷᗩᗩI Iᑎ TᕼE ᗩᖴTEᑎOOᑎ. ᕼEᖇ ᗷOᗪY TEᗰᑭEᖇᗩTᑌᖇE ᗯᗩᔕ ᖴᗩᒪᒪIᑎG ᗩᑎᗪ ᔕᕼE ᗯᗩᔕ GETTIᑎG ᒪETᕼᗩᖇGIᑕ.

ᕼE ᒪIᔕTEᑎEᗪ TO TᕼE ᔕYᗰᑭTOᑎᔕ, GᗩᐯE ᕼEᖇ ᗩᑎ E᙭ᗩᗰᑎᗩTIOᑎ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗪEᑕIᗪEᗪ TO ᑭᑌT ᕼEᖇ Oᑎ ᗩ ᗪᖇIᑭ TO ᖴᒪᑌᔕᕼ ᕼEᖇ KIᗪᑎEYᔕ, GET ᗩᑎTI-ᕼEᔕTIᗰIᑎE Iᑎ ᗩᔕ ᗯEᒪᒪ ᗩᔕ ᗩᑎTIᗷIOTIᑕᔕ. ᗯE ᑕOᑌᒪᗪ GET ᕼEᖇ TᕼᗩT ᗩᖴTEᖇᑎOOᑎ.

ᗯE GOT ᕼEᖇ ᗷᗩᑕK Iᑎ ᗩ ᗰᑌᑕᕼ ᗷETTEᖇ ᔕTᗩTE, ᗩᒪTᕼOᑌGᕼ ᔕᕼE ᕼᗩᗪ TᖇOᑌᗷᒪE ᗷᖇEᗩTᕼIᑎG.

ᔕᕼE ᔕTIᒪᒪ ᑕOᑌGᕼᔕ EᐯEᖇY ᑎOᗯ ᗩᑎᗪ TᕼEᑎ. ᔕᕼE TIᖇEᔕ EᗩᔕIᒪY ᗷᑌT ᔕᕼE Iᔕ ᗷETTEᖇ.

I ᕼOᑭE TᕼᗩT ᗯᕼᗩTEᐯEᖇ ᗷIT / ᔕTᑌᑎG ᕼEᖇ ᕼᗩᔕ ᒪEᖴT TᕼE GᗩᖇᗪEᑎ. Iᖴ OᑎᒪY I ᑕOᑌᒪᗪ GET ᕼEᖇ TO ᔕTOᑭ ᑕᗩTᑕᕼIᑎG IᑎᔕEᑕTᔕ!

My brain was slower than my temper

I could not believe it.

I had a client walk into our office this morning, asking about some papers she had left here.  I asked if it were forms dropped off the previous day and she said no.  I then told her to ask our receptionist as she is a fundi in paperwork (and pretty much anything in this office!)

I then continued with my whatsapp discussion with a client.

In the end it was the papers she dropped off the previous day that she was looking for and she turned to my office and said:  “if you weren’t playing games on your phone, you would have known what I was looking for!”

Oh my soul!!  What’!?

I was not playing games on my phone, Lady.  Some people actually use their phones for WORK!

However, what I do with my phone is none of her business!!

Some people are SO arrogant!

Lost era

This morning I found a box while looking for something else.

A box filled with memories.

Filled with letters from my youth.


Letters written to me by friends, boyfriends.  Journals that I kept (I do apologize to all teachers who had to read that handwriting!).  Faded photos.

Will our kids still have this? Do they still write letters or is it all on whatsapp and BBM and text messages?  Photos shared electronically.  Never printed out to keep.

I hope that it is not lost.  The feel of paper between your fingers, with the memories just there for you to read. One letter and I’m 12 again.  Or sitting in my boring English class.

What a treasure to find.


We were warned about two weeks ago that there would be no electricity in most of our town today. Which is kind of funny when I think of how our electricity is cut at odd times, without warning.

Anyway, plans were made for today but since my entire family is still asleep I don’t know if we will still follow through on that. See, no electricity means a white noise free home. Also no lights. No TV. With Jason’s room so dark, he and Tommie might sleep through today lol

Everyone jumped and fought over charging cables last night of course. Can’t date to go without charged electronics! #

When it is us

I’m involved at our school’s Bible study class on a Wednesday.  Actually not Bible study.  More like praise and worship.

I am often the one they talk to.  I don’t share what they tell me.  It’s private and very personal.  I would never do that.

What I can tell you though, is that we are the reason for most of their pain.  Us.  The parents. 

Sometimes we don’t mean to.  Unfortunately sometimes we do.  Sometimes we hurt without even knowing how much pain we have caused.

Sit back at night and think about your day.  Think if what you said had a negative impact on your child.  I’m not talking about when they don’t like discipline.  When they were told to help at home.

I’m talking about hurting them, most often with things we say.

You will never be good enough.  You will never get a job.  You are just like your dad (when you continually tell them how bad the father is) 

Just think.  If you were human and said hurtful things, just say sorry. 


Little brats

I wonder if parents intentionally raise their kids to be brats?
Or are they too busy to really see what their kids are doing?
Or don’t they care?
Or do they think once they go to school, the teachers will teach them manners?

Good manners are one thing. Being a caring person is another. That takes time. Effort. It’s a continues daily lesson.

I drove past a little boy, who was sitting on the back of his Mom’s bakkie. I specifically looked to see if he was okay, when I saw how he threw bottles and other things at an old dog. Like really old. Grey around the mouth.

What the hell? My kids would never ever do that. At no age would they ever have. What goes wrong in a child’s life that he does that? He can only learn that from his parents.
I shudder to think how they handle their own dogs.

Don’t raise little brats. They can still hide behind their parents. Then they grow up and they are podex’s and then it is too late.


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