I’m feeling very grown-up lately. Who knew that at
almost 37, I would be all proper and make grown-up decisions. I find myself doing things and saying things that an older mother would say. Maybe it’s just because the kids are getting bigger. I can now see how my parenting so far has influenced who they are and hopefully I will be able to not mess up continue being a positive parent.
However, talking about parenting. Something’s up with Jason. He has been very angry lately. He seems to be unhappy, yet he has his moments of joy. As life tends to do, I think it’s more than one thing bothering him. I do know
or suspect that it has to do with the rugby season. Quintus has been playing so well this year. His best ever. So lots of comments and congratulations on that all day long. Zander is playing Bulletjie rugby for the school, even though he isn’t in school yet. Lots of talk about him being so cute and good at it.
Then there’s Jason. He normally plays for the B-team. I’m just as proud of him playing there as I would have been if he was playing for the A-team. To him though, it’s been a huge thing. Last week he got to play in the A-team (after someone got hurt) He was SO happy and excited about it. This was big for him. Yet we didn’t make a big enough thing out of it. Quintus’ team won a game that we thought they never would. Lots of shouting and support there. Yet, when Jason’s team won …. not so much.
I don’t think it’s just that but I know that I need to make a bigger effort of making him feel good about himself. Proud of himself. And for him to understand that I’m proud of him always.
Quintus got a Ring neck Parakeet from my mom for his birthday. I’m normally not a bird-for-a-pet kinda person but Louis is so cute. He can talk somewhat. Says “Hallo Louis” “koppie krap”. He can meow like a cat. He is just adorable. I really should take a proper photo of him.
I should actually just generally take more photos. I haven’t been taking too many photos. Except when the kids are playing rugby.
Oh well. Happy Friday the 13th. Those who believe in stuff like that … terug in die bed met julle