What did you do when you turned 16?
Well, Jason spent his afternoon donating blood.
He has been wanting to donate blood ever since I was diagnosed with cancer. However he was still too young and could only do so once he turned 16. He wouldn’t wait one day longer and did it on his birthday.
You make me so proud, Jay. Such a selfless act and in honour of me.
He received two gifts, since it was his first time. On our way home Jason saw a homeless man and gave the scarf he received to him.
Thank you for being the awesome son you are.
Happy birthday. I hope that life treats you well. That you will have more smiles than tears. That you will learn from your mistakes. That you will always know that you are much loved.
Soos die son.
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.
I had to smile at Jason last week. He asked me why I raised him so well. It would be so much easier if he didn’t always feel like he should do the right thing.
His teacher gave him 100% for a test and when he looked at it, he realized his teacher made a mistake and then told the teacher who adjusted his marks.
I would have done the same thing and I hope they will always do the right thing but it doesn’t always feel like the right thing to do!
Like Zander today. The A team is going to play paintball to celebrate an important win but the B team is practicing as normal. After lots of turmoil, he also decided that it is the right thing to practice.
I know how badly he wants to be a part of the A team, so understanding that he should not go is not easy for a 10 year old.
Proud of him for getting it though. Loyalty is important. Doing the right thing is eventually the right thing to do.
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.
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.
I don’t think I have ever been so irritated and close to a full blown melt-down as this morning. Not even back when I was 5 and my brothers kept on poking me when we were in the car.
Sitting back and looking back at it, it probably was a bit comical and totally over the top but hey, at that moment you were safer when not near me.
Today the kids had to display their science task they had to do during the holidays. Yes, it’s always been like that but holidays are for resting, especially when your kids are still in primary school.
Also, it is (according to the letter) supposed to be a family project but done by the child. Talk about a square circle.
Anyway, back to this morning.
As luck would have it, Jason had to be at school before 7. Before Zander and I were ready to leave and therefor Tommie dropped him off. I assumed
incorrectly, that they had taken the project with them.
As I happily
yay we are early for a change get into the car, I notice the massive board in the back of my car, clearly meant to be dropped off at school. Well, hello, I have a bad back. No way I would be carrying that.
Due to bad communication (not going to blame
husband anyone) Jason and I had no idea where to get each other. There I was, happily getting more and more pissed off and driving around the school, looking for my child and getting more aggrivated that he is NOT at any gate, so how on earth am I supposed to find him!!! Phone him but he doesn’t answer (probably because it was locked up in his teacher’s room as it should be)
Finally I phone said husband (
who is not to blame) to help me get to board set up in the school hall. Uhm, hallo second problem.
THERE IS NO PLACE LEFT TO PUT THE DARN THING! It has always been a problem, so I know that you must get there early but really? It’s not rocket science (pun intended) If you have x amount of kids and z are doing a task with a friend, then you need a amount of tables. Easy. If there is not enough place, do it over two days.
Don’t let me loose it all because of a science fair project!
So, no place to put it, no child to show where it is and a teacher who is telling the kids to get back to class, since school started. I might have
loudly said that there is no way my child is going anywhere, once I find him, since I’m not standing with the board in my hand all day long.
Said child eventually pitched up. Shame, poor kid was all stressed out himself. Finally got the thing setup, in the middle of nowhere. At least not on the stoep or a braai as previously option I thought of. Also might have said that loudly.
All is well that ends well.
They got better marks than last year and spent way less time on it.
Clearly less is more, ne’.
If you follow me on Instagram, you will see the hashtag #verstotemiddelkind when I post a photo of Jason.
My middle child. Must loved and everything but the poor middle child. He often jokes about being the middle child. There but not acknowledged. Which, if you really know us, you will know is a total joke.
So one day I joked that I am going to add that hashtag when I post photos of him and there we go #verstotemiddelkind and then of course #notreally
So just to make it clear.. He is #muchloved and pretty #awesome