Super Mom


Dear bully – he isn’t stupid

He has dyslexia.


He has dyslexia.

There.  I have said it out loud.  I have acknowledged it.

Wow, it physically hurts.  Not because he has dyslexia.  Because there will always be bullies.  People who hurt him and I can’t protect him from that.

He also doesn’t talk about his feelings.  Always smiles.  Always.  So I can’t take on a bully and explain to him that actually he is extremely clever.  That people with dyslexia normally have an above average intelligence. That he works harder than 90 % of other kids his age.  That he has occupational therapy that lasts over an hour.  That he never gives up.  That he doesn’t take days off or skip homework.  That he isn’t lazy and that he is everything but stupid.

Please don’t call him stupid.  Please don’t.  He might not get the same marks on his report as you do but that does not make him stupid.

I think it’s safe to say that Richard Branson is not stupid.  That Einstein was not stupid.  That George Washington was not stupid.  The list is endless.

Please don’t be an a-hole and hurt my son.  He doesn’t deserve it.

It is difficult enough.

Just remember that he has to work differently, think differently, work harder than you.  He will be used to it when he is a grown-up.  He will be used to thinking out of the box and seeing things differently.  He will stand out.  Just like he does now but this time in a good way.

He might be the entrepreneur you have to work for one day.  Someone like Bill Gates.  When you look at your computer, remember that a Dyslexic person created Microsoft.

Please don’t bully him.  He is not stupid.

He always has a smile on his face

Zander smiles probably 80 % of the day.  He is always happy.  People comment on how he smiles, regardless.  He is a sweet natured child that seems to bubble happiness.

Yet on Thursday morning he said something that kind of popped my bubble.

Maybe he is not that happy.  Maybe he is just a little bit less than we think.

We woke up early.  Just the two of us.  Well three, since his shadow (Fiela) was next to him.

He said in a matter of fact voice that he shares all his problems with Fiela.  In the mornings before school.  At night before bedtime.  He talks to her.

I said that he is could talk to me about any worries or problems he has.  He declined (and said that he didn’t want to hurt my feelings) but he is already sharing them with Fiela.

I’m so thankful for their relationship.  It’s so special.

It’s just sad that he has worries and problems that I don’t know about.

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Short fuse and Absa

I do have a lot of patience.  Really.

However, not with technology and not with banks.  (also not bad drivers – regtig heng is dit so moeilik om jou padreëls te ken)

Anyway, back to Absa…and in a way technology.

I needed to pay some creditors at the end of the month and all of a sudden I can’t.  Just like that.  Stupid message that just says “Not identified, not verified”

WTF.  How about some small message that makes sense!

After many many many many phone calls (where I was put through to roadside assistance, life insurance and some place where people speak to soft to hear if they are from earth) apparently there is a FICA hold on our account.  They need FICA docs.

However, since there was not change in account details, new products there is no need for it.  I don’t mind though.  I work in the financial sector.  I get it.  LET ME KNOW THOUGH.  I cannot all of a sudden not be able to pay people!!!

Another five days before I can use my account apparently.

I do not have the patience for this nonsense.  ABSA …. it’s not proper to say bad things on social media but ooohhhh I so badly want to.

He has guts

Zander broke a tooth.  Not broke a tooth, that sounds like it’s nothing.  He broke a huge piece of his molar.  He was in a lot of pain but seemed so calm about it.

We tried to get an emergency dentist after hours however the one that was available was only worried about his money and asked my mom what he has to do with my son!?


So he got some good pain meds and waited for the next day.  Our dentist (who we love btw) could help him immediately. It was their day to work on children and the other children there were getting light anesthetic.  After she saw how bad his tooth was broken, she said that he can get anesthetic as it was painful work she had to do.  He opted to go without though and just lay there while she was working.  He had a good grip on the chair and I was stroking his arm in support.

He did so well.  She eventually managed to drill away and get to the abscess that was behind the broken molar.

He is on some serious antibiotics and got a prescription for pain meds.  He has had pain meds once.

He has a heck of a high pain threshold.

Proteas – not the flower

Cricket has never been the same since Hansie.  Don’t get me wrong.  I loved Hansie.  I still think he is one of the very best captains we ever had.  It’s just that now I always wonder.  Was the game lost or sold.

I was going to take Jason to watch the Protea / New Zealand game two weeks ago but very unplanned went away for the week.  I asked their back-up Dad to take him and his friend. It was hot.  It was a long day.

And we lost spectacularly.

In front of a fully packed stadium, the Proteas could not have played worse.

How do you win one, lose the next horribly and then win the third again.


That is okay though.  I don’t mind spending close to a thousand rand on tickets and then watch them loose.  I don’t.

I do mind more though if they don’t give signatures or a second of the time to the children who are the reason we spend thousands of rands to watch the games.


New Zealand actually spoke to the kids.  Gave out signatures.  Nice people that.

Proteas?  Maybe half of them were half proper.  They told the kids to wait until after the game, when they will come out again to talk them and give signatures.

Oh yes.  They did.  Not more than five of them.

I want to bring one thing under the attention of all professional sports players.  You earn as much money as you do because you have fans that are willing to spend money to watch you play.  Without those fans you will just be a club player, doing it for fun.

Don’t fool yourself. You are not above human. Take the time.  Thank the kids for coming out and supporting their heros.

Dale, you rock btw.

My heart belongs to the Cape

My heart belongs to the Cape.  I don’t care if it’s the Northern Cape, the Western Cape, or Eastern Cape.

It’s just different there.

We had an amazing trip to see the Karoo flowers.  They only bloom in spring and I think it is on most South African’s bucket list.  Wow, if it is not, then put it on your bucket list.

Photos cannot do justice to the beauty.

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I’ll be forever thankful that my parents made this trip possible. One needs another week to recover after driving 4 000km in a week, while stopping to enjoy the flowers and whatever seems to just be next to the road.

Like this waterfall.  We were in Niewoudtsville and saw a sign indicating a waterfall somewhere on the road.  We had prescious little time but decided to explore.  In all honesty I thought we were wasting our time.  How on earth could there be a waterfall.  The landscape is flat, no river.  Did nature pull a joke on me though.  Absolutely stunning waterfall.


Zander seemed to have grown up in this week.  I think being away from the brothers who does things for him and sometimes even answer for him, gave him the opportunity to proof that he is no longer a little boy.

Especially at the Muisbosskerm and then when we went up Table Mountain.


I missed my boys endlessly.  I wish I could have shown them all of this as well.  I wish we had more time.

I wish I lived in the Cape.  (Maybe not in Aggeneys though)

I’m just glad we could do it.

Again, thanks Mom and Dad.


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