Jason and Quintus are both photographers for the High School they attend. They, along with one other schoolboy, take all the photos on sport days.
I’m proud to say that the photos are pretty awesome.
I can say that, since Jason’s photos ended up in the local newspaper. On the front page, the back page (sport page) and a whole page inside the newspaper.
That is pretty exceptional for a Grade 8 kid.
Did he get recognition? No. Our newspaper did not ONCE mention that he took the photos. Photographers get recognition for their photos. That’s just the way it is.
His photos were pretty much the selling point of the newspaper last week and no mention of the photographer.
Well Jason, Congratulations. We are so extremely proud of you.
At Jason’s grade 7 prizegiving the school played a song that spoke to me so deeply. A song by a little girl who wasn’t invited to a school prizegiving. A letter she wrote to her granny, asking if she will ever be good enough to be invited.
I am thankful beyond words that our school is different. That every child really does count. It still brought tears to my eyes.
If it were a different school, one of my kids wouldn’t be invited. Not if it depended on academics. Even at his own prizegiving I looked at his little face, so proud of the achievements he received for sport (mostly for his rugby team’s achievements) but no mention of academics.
Then I got the school reports and you know what? I’m so proud. Proud of every single one of my kids.
Right from the one that decided not to study at all and still … uhm… did WAY above expectation, to the one who worked hard at maths and accounting the last term and increased with a percentage of 20 % and 40 % respectively. Also the one who has to worked harder than most and it showed. He improved in every single subject. Our girl child is also did well and got an award for academics.
Proud. Yes, beyond proud.
Was a good year. I learned probably more than all of them combined.
Life lessons, that is what I learned.
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
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.