Quintus has been in a choir since he was 9 years old. That is 7 years now. A very long time and a big part of his life.
It is a huge commitment. He LOVES rugby and hockey but that always has to take second place to choir. There is almost never a Friday that he can go to a party or school activity. Long weekends …. what is that again?
After much talk and consideration and weighing good and bad, he decided that he is not going to continue this year.
I was torn myself. Choir is extremely expensive and time-consuming for me as well. I take him every Friday and wait for him for 5 hours. Yet, I love hearing him sing. I love seeing him do what he loves and what he is good at.
Still, it was his decision and I would respect it either way.
We sent a message to his choir organizer (choir mom) and oh wow….she did not take it well. I think she was pretty upset with us and took some time to find the right words before she phoned. She asked us so nicely to please reconsider. She complimented Quintus on being such an outstanding boy with amazing qualities and strong morals. She couldn’t let him go. Neither did the conductor want Quintus to go. He was going to phone Quintus as well (Quintus asked Starr to please not let him)
Quintus will now be going to the choir camp on Friday and make his final decision there. Again, I will respect his decision.
I do think it is such an honour to be asked not leave by both Starr and the conductor. Would have been easy to just let him go.
Quintus is your typical Ouboet. He will stand up for his brothers, protect them and give them advice. He will be their biggest supporter.
Zander is lucky enough to have two older brothers. Both of them love the little guy a lot and probably do more for him than most brothers will.
This is about Quintus though. I looked at him yesterday as he stood with Zander at the pool, waiting for his turn to swim. Zander’s first gala. He stood there and spoke to him so nicely. Giving him the kind of moral support that many fathers lack.
When Zander swam freestyle he got tired at the end. (probably because he was late for the race and didn’t have time to catch his breath) However when he looked up and saw Quintus, it was as if he got extra strength. Just that little more energy that he needed.
I am hugely thankful for the love my children have for each other.
Remember my previous blog post? About Quintus getting concussion on the rugby field?
Well, I hang my head in shame. He fractured his C7 vertebrae. And I DID NOT TAKE HIM TO GET X-Rays.
Tommie did phone our doctor friend (who specializes in sport injuries) He listened to what happened and said he definitely has concussion but that it is really not necessary to take him for x-rays. I did ask Quintus more than once if he had any pain in his neck or back and he said no. No tingling in his feet or hands. Nothing.
Then Friday I realized he was walking with his one shoulder drooping a bit. He started complaining of back-ache. I made an appointment at a physio but thought that maybe I should just take him to the doctor first. Well x-rays done and he has a fracture.
Bring on the “I am a horrible mother” guilt. 🙈
No rugby this year (and hopefully ever). Hockey only in 4 weeks.
Flip. This could have been way way way worse.
Rugby is our culture.
Not just part of our country’s culture but also that of our home.
We love our rugby. Love to watch it. From school rugby to varsity to international. We love rugby.
Quintus and Zander love to play it.
We love to watch them.
We have been semi lucky as far as injuries go. Only a torn ligament in Quintus’ knee (that’s been giving him problems since he got hurt in an u/9 game) A broken elbow (or rather a piece of his elbow bone that broke off) two years ago but he kept on playing with it.
Now on Saturday concussion. The other two did not bother me so much. Although I felt bad for him, I knew it would heal and he would be fine.
I know that the concussion will also heal and he will be fine but seeing him like I did on Saturday was scary. Not knowing how serious it is, is scary. I (thankfully) did not see him fall on his head and neck like that during the game. Only after we downloaded the photos.
His feet were higher than the other players head. He was airborne before he made his way down. That’s a huge fall on extremely hard field. (The water shortage has been bad for most of the rugby fields!)
He was disoriented and can’t remember the rest of the game. He came off the field in, what I thought was a rude and upset mood, however looking back he didn’t answer most of us because he wasn’t totally sure what was going on. He was nauseous. Saw black spots for a long time that morning. Only really starting to feel better at around 17:00 that afternoon. He fell at around 12:00.
Scary stuff. He went to school this morning but I got a call to pick him up at around 8:30. His head just hurts too much.
Nothing he can do but rest.
If I look at the photo I realize that it could have been much worse. It’s a risk they take every time they go onto the field to play.
We also take risks throughout the day. Every day. Be it getting into a car or climbing on your bicycle to cycle. We can’t put them in bubble wrap.
I’m glad he is “okay” though.
Rugby is not for sissies. Not great on a mom’s heart either.
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.
So ends the first school term. Another extremely short holiday (all holidays are too short!)
Things that stood out this term:
- Zander has a great rugby coach. I’m so happy for my little boy that he is in the A team. That is is playing full back like he wanted to. Rugby is his air. I’m glad he gets to breath it.
- Zander is in the school choir. Zander = choir. Never thought I would say those words in one sentence.
- Zander has an awesome teacher. She is amazing. Patient. Caring. She takes the time to understand him. I’m so thankful that he is in the same class that his brothers were in Grade 3 as well.
- Jason did extremely well academically. He is a very clever guy but probably did the best ever this term. Will have to wait for the report to see but his test results were great. I’m very proud of how motivated he is.
- Jason loves his tennis. I am sure he can’t wait for the next term so that school tennis matches can begin. They are playing league games and hopefully they will do well.
- I’m thankful that being a school prefect never went to his head. He is just another guy at school wearing a white shirt. However, I must say that he has taken his duties seriously. Every prefect has a specific class where they help out until the teacher comes. He is at that class even if we are
almostlate and it is only for a couple of minutes. The sweet thing is that he is Zander’s class prefect.
- Quintus made the junior A team in hockey. He is doing SO well. After watching him play rugby for all those years, I thought it would feel almost wrong to watch the hockey but wow. He has the same passion when he plays hockey. Also no fear. A good thing when you are playing back, but still. Scary to watch him defend like that.
- He is loving the NW youth choir. The friendships are for life. There is that “inner circle” feeling that you only ever get from choirs. He is also pretty good at that, since he was asked to sing a solo part in a song. He declined though. I think being one of the young guys in the choir had a influence on his decision.
We will be enjoying this short holiday, since the second term is always hectic with sport and exams.