Billy Connolly has a video clip where he talks about the words “fuck off”.
That is what I think of when I look back at 2016. It can just fuck off. Off it should fuck.
So it has.
It is a year where so many people lost their lives. The one that hit me most, was the death of sweet little Nate. I cannot go to bed or wake up without thinking of him. Those beautiful eyes. The absolute joy that was him.
It is the year that broke Zander. To see him shatter was painful. (I have so much to say here but I keep on deleting it. Not worth it)
It is the year that probably ended Quintus’ rugby. I don’t think we will ever let him play again after he fractured his vertebrae.
Quintus is my rock. He seems to manage to keep on standing regardless. Again, I have things I want to say about relationships and especially how your relationship with your father / mother should be but I will not. Let’s just say that people should treat others with love. At all times.
It is the year that I cried more tears about my Bella than ever. I know she won’t be with us for much longer. Nearly lost her twice. I’m so thankful that she managed to make it to 2017. Now my next wish is for her to still be healthy by the time we go to Stilbaai again in April.
I can say though that it was a year that was good to Jason. He earned his school honours that he so badly wanted. He especially wanted to achieve that in Grade 8 and I was so proud when he did.
The year has been good for Kyla as well. She loved the sport, the friends and feeling like any other loved child should. It has been a huge learning curve. Not always a walk in the park but overall she’s very happy.
If I have one wish for 2017 it will be that I hope it is a year that is “soft” on everyone. A year that will be patient and kind. Where everyone will feel loved.
I wish you the best.
As it is with social media, you follow people with the same interest or lifestyle as yourself.
So being a homeschool mom, I now have many online homeschool friends and groups that I follow.
Let’s not make any jokes here but I’m busy. I’m very busy. I love it. I don’t complain for one moment but I’m busy. I lie in bed at night just before I fall asleep and scroll through Facebook or while holding on for a client. Maybe in between waiting for the next client. Never like it used to be. I just don’t have the time to catch up on it all. So I miss a lot. (Take it as an apology if I haven’t liked, loved or commented on one of your posts!)
I did just happen on a post from a homeschool mom. A mom who is thankful that she has time to just be and not planning the next week or working on any specific subject. Even though homeschool moms do have way more time on their hands and tend to do more fun things with the children anyway, it only hit me then. I don’t have that! Yes, I don’t have to worry about planning school work (for the next week) I do however have to work. Full-time. I now have to catch up on work.
Not quite the same break as “normal” homeschool moms 🙂 I don’t complain though. It’s just different being a full-time working homeschool mom and being a homeschool mom.
Not that I would want to change that. I’ll just stand here in the corner and juggle a full time job, mom of 5 children and homeschooling 1, including all their activities.
YOU DON’T SCARE ME. I’m a
homeschool, full-time working, mom of 5, hockey, rugby, netball, swimming, choir, mom
Today a year ago, we bought a new car. A non-mom, fast, little car.
It didn’t make sense to keep the Fortuner that we had then, since it would mostly be Zander, Bella and myself using the car. So we went smaller.
A week ago, we bought a Mercedes. Not a snazzy little fast Mercedes. No, a bus. A Vianno or something (can see I don’t know cars)
We have gone from 3 children to 5 in a year, with Kyla back home and then Anthony that has joined our family as well. (My brother’s son who finds school in Klerksdorp way better than Louis Trichardt)
So now I drive a bus.
I do moan about my bus but secretly I love it
As we sat in the dark after the kids went to bed, Tommie and I spoke about the children. We have so many worries about each and every one. So many things to be proud of. So many personalities to work with. Different reactions to situations and trying to keep them all happy and loved.
I wish I could explain to them just how much I love them. Just how proud I am of them. How they drive me insane. How hard I try at raising them to be well adjusted, proper people. People who will care and understand. Have respect and be confident.
I can only try. We can only try. We don’t always succeed but I hope we mostly do.
I hope they know that they are loved and respected, regardless. That I would move the world, hang the moon just a bit that way or pick a flower on the other side of the world for them if it will make their lives better.
Kiddos, you are loved.
Okay, I know he is not so little anymore. However, I’m 41 and he is just 10, so he seems very little to me.
Little to be making decisions about not trying out for his school’s tennis team because it would interfere with his studying. Studying that doesn’t come as easily as it does for other kids. Unfortunately tennis is always on a Monday and they write tests on a Tuesday. He just can’t.
I’m proud of him for realizing that he has to give up some things in order to do well at school. It’s just tough seeing him make that decision. He has taken tennis lessons since he was 5. It’s a long time not to then try out for school team.
Of course rugby is a totally different sport all together. Not much that will stop him from playing there. They are busy with try outs and I really hope that he makes the A team again.
It really is one of the big things that keeps him positive.
THREE years ago, I asked the boys these questions. I never did post it. Saw it now in my drafts.
I asked the boys to give me 10 things they like about their brothers.
Here’s Jason’s list of his two brothers:
- Of average hight (?)
- Good with climbing
- He kicks well
- He doesn’t have any freckles
- He is tall
- He listens
- He is fast
- He is good with drawing and making it look pretty
Quintus’ list of his brothers:
- He thinks I’m his super hero
- He wants to be like me
- He can do anything he puts his mind to
- He does amazing in school
- He doesn’t hide things from me
- Loves playing with me
- Will borrow me money any time
- He will help me with anything
- He will carry my bag (like now when I hurt my foot)
- He is sweet
- He loves playing
- Will do everything with me
- He is sweet
- Will give me things if I need it
- Will do anything for me
- He will keep things for me
- He doesn’t get upset easily
- He is quiet when we learn
- He thinks I”m his hero and tells all his friends about me
I will have to ask them these questions again soon 🙂
Sorry if you were on the road and saw two white vehicles way over the speed limit. It was us.
After getting a heart-stopping call from my mom with her crying and screaming that she was in, we didn’t know if she was being attacked or fell or cut herself or bleeding to death. We did not know.
We had to get there immediately. That’s all we knew. (I beat Tommie BTW)
It took us two minutes.
My poor mom fell in the bathroom and hit her head against the corner of the wall. Fell on her elbow as well. Stitches in her head and elbow and sore all over.
I’m just glad it wasn’t too serious.
Glad she is okay.