Much to J’s delight, we made a swing for him in one of the trees yesterday. 

This morning after he got dressed I could not find him, till I looked outside and this is what I saw. Aaaw a real “heart melting” moment, my boy just loves his swing

I heard a “noise” yesterday and went outside to investigate. As I got around the corner I found my son “driving” a golf car that has been broken and standing in pieces for quite some time now. I quickly went back inside to get my camera and got these shots. He was so caught up in his own world he didn’t even notice I was there.

I love this kid so much – he is a wonderful gift and I adore him to the ends of the earth and back again
I think that these just have to be my Weekly Winners. Be sure to go to Lotus & check out the other winners photos.
While I was going through the rest of the photographs I was remembering my crazy cousin and the nutty person she is. She is such a delight and really made everyone laugh constantly. She is not the least bit shy, totally outgoing and ready to get up to antics just for a laugh. Here is some of the fun we had.
While I was taking photos of B getting her hair done, the little flower girl was admiring herself in the mirror. She wasn’t too sure of me and my camera so I had to get these shots sneakily. What a gorgeous little lass she was.
The minister decided that is was a good idea for the groom to be on bended knee while his bride gave him the honour of placing the wedding ring on her finger
The Ceremony took place in the Tokai Forest – what an incredibly beautiful setting
The Guests had a wonderful time in this peaceful setting …
… but it was the “uninvited guests” that caused a real stir
It was these rather noisy uninvited guests that put an end to our creative session in the tranquil forest
The decision to home school was not an easy one. It took me many agonising months and plenty of research before I made the decision.
It all started when the principal of my sons’ school called me in for a meeting. According to her and the teacher, they said my son had ADHD and needed to be medicated. I was blown away and reeling from shock. There had been a few incidents the year before where he had lashed out at a few kids. The teachers disciplined him and so did I – quite harshly. At the end of the year I found out that there were 3 boys who had been bullying my son – which is why he lashed out at them. Now this? They said he wasn’t paying attention in class, was disruptive and didn’t complete his work with care.
I went home, shocked, worried and so confused. What now? What do I do? Where do I get help? I found a wonderful therapist who agreed to assess him. She said that once she had done a proper assessment, she would help me to find any help that I needed.
He had about 6 sessions at the therapist. During this time I followed her instruction and changed his diet to see if it made a difference. She said that a wrong diet can severely affect a child who does have ADD/ADHD
When she finally set up a feedback meeting with me I was so scared. Scared for my child, scared for me, scared because I just didn’t know who to turn to. The outcome of the assessment was:
Still concerned and not wanting to trust only one person’s opinion, I took him to a paediatrician who has experience in these matters. He said exactly the same thing, but added that this principal was known for incorrectly diagnosing kids with ADD/ADHD. He added a few other rather unflattering opinions about her that was apparently the consensus of the medical community.
I went back to her with these reports, relieved and happy. I believed that I had found the solution to the problem and all was well. I couldn’t have been more wrong. She reacted in a way that made me lose all respect for her. She was totally indignant that I took him for a private assessment and didn’t tell her I was going to do this. (I think she actually believed that I was supposed to ask HER permission to have MY child assessed.) She disapproved that I had taken him to outside independent assessors and didn’t make use of her therapists at the school. As if that wasn’t enough, she added that the teachers do not have the time to do extra work with children that require it as they are busy enough. Please note that this is a school that caters for physically and mentally disabled children as well! She was also still insisting I medicate him.
I didn’t get up, reach over and deck her right there and then – but believe me I wanted to. Never in my life have I wanted to deck someone like I did that day. Instead, in the interests of self preservation, I stood up and left.
Later in the year I took my son for his school readiness test at the local government school. (Private education is financially impossible for a single mom) Initially they didn’t want to test him saying he is too young. He was 5 at the time and would turn 6 in May of his Grade 1 year. Once the tests were completed the teacher called me aside and said that she HAS to accept him because he is ready in every aspect. She was just concerned as they had a number of children who would be 7 turning 8 in Grade 1 and she was concerned about bullying.
So now what? Send him to school and deal with the bullies as they appear? He would be the smallest in all school sport teams, and in some cases not even qualify to be in the same team as his class mates. Academically he would fare just fine, but socially I wasn’t so sure.
What finally convinced me was the day we were sitting and talking about this dilemma. He very matter of factly (while dunking his biscuit in his tea) says, “Mommy why don’t you teach me? You know more than my teacher does and you don’t shout at me when I forget to concentrate and work slowly. Also if I am home then the other kids can’t fight with me.” My heart melted, that confirmed beyond any doubt, what this poor child has had to endure while attending school. I did some research, attended a seminar or two and decided on a curriculum.
This is our first year of home schooling and it is going well. I must admit it requires a huge amount of discipline, dedication and effort, but it is worth every minute. He has swimming lessons with kids who are at the same level as him in ability (nothing to do with age), plays golf, and has play dates with children who are older and younger than him. My son is growing and blossoming before my eyes. There is no doubt in my mind that I made the right decision for him.
I am not anti the general school system at all. In fact I would go so far as to say that home schooling is only for specific situations and families I would not recommend it for everyone. But it is right for us.
I’d like to share just a few things we have done recently that we would never have been able to do if he was in the formal school system.
I am saddened to think that there ARE some children out there whose parents have no choice but to keep them in the school system and are being unnecessarily medicated and misdiagnosed because of educators who are just too lazy to make the extra effort. I am grateful every day that I am able to do this for my child, this is right for us.
It was my little mans’ birthday yesterday. We spent the day together, just him and I and it was so special. Of course we started the day with him opening presents. Strange he wasn’t interested in his usual morning snuggle – he just wanted his presents.
I took him to Wimpy for breakfast. This is a favourite treat of his.
After getting a few supplies at the shops, we went home and I helped him build his Lego that he got for his birthday.
Later that evening we met my brother, sister in law and 2 nieces at Spur for dinner. We had a great time and the kids loved it. Needless to say that food was not high on their priority list when they had party packs and cupcakes to devour. Since his birthday was just a family affair and very small, I ordered 12 cupcakes from Angel. The brief from my son was that he wanted blue & white icing with dinosaurs. I think she did rather well don’t you?
And it wasn’t just the kids that tucked into the cupcakes either
My lucky boy got Lego from his Aunt, Uncle and cousins as well and he was well pleased as somehow Uncle Frank just knew exactly which one he wanted
My brother (mischievous person that he is) bought spray string and had fun spraying the kids
And of course there was the usual Spur festivities with sparkler & singing their version of Happy Birthday
We had a wonderful time and the report back from my boy was that he had a “very fun” day and loved his birthday.
6 Years ago today, on Friday 7 May 2004, I became a mother. I was SO nervous, I had never been in hospital before, never had any sort of anaesthetic or had any type of operation. The thought was terrifying, here I was signing in and agreeing to let them cut me open and remove my baby. And if the thought of being awake while having major surgery wasn’t terrifying enough, there was the additional worry of being a mom – a SINGLE mom! How was I going to cope? How would I know what to do? My Dr’s partner was his brother. While waiting outside of the theatre for them to prepare for me he comes walking up all relaxed and asks me if I’m nervous. Hell yeah of course I’m nervous!! He laughs and says “don’t worry I saw a program on National Geographic about how to do a caesarean, I’m sure I can remember most of it”. Thanks dude, now I’m ready to get up and run a mile – sexy open back hospital gown and catheter in tow!!
At 08h40 on that Friday morning, my little gremlin was born, weighing in at a healthy 3,7kg and 54cm long. Much to my relief his apgar was 10/10. Not bad considering he was delivered 3 weeks before my due date. My first thought when I saw him was “oh my goodness, the poor kid is all squashed and ugly”. Needless to say it only took about 5 minutes of holding my little bundle to fall madly in love and think that he was the most gorgeous baby ever born.
We had overcome major obstacles to get to this point. His twin left us earlier in my pregnancy and he threatened to do the same on countless occasions. This resulted in bi-monthly visits to the Dr to ensure that he was healthy & hanging in there. Now we were a team, just him and me. It was a miracle that he was there in the first place – proving that modern science isn’t an exact science and just sometimes God has other plans.
That Sunday, 9 May 2004 I celebrated my first Mother’s Day. My dearest, bestest friend of over 20 years, Sandy, gave me a book wishing me a Happy Mothers Day from my boy. The hospital staff also went out of their way to make me feel special.
And now here we are, 6 years later and we have overcome many obstacles in our journey thus far. As it happens I am not the most perfect mother on earth – I do lose it sometimes, but my boy loves me anyway. He is a joy and a blessing I never thought I would have. I have had to make some very difficult and unpopular choices along the way, but I would do it all again to be where we are today.
Happy Birthday my wonderful, kind, loving, insightful, forgiving and most precious son. I am so incredibly proud of you and all you have achieved so far. I pray that God will continue to bless you with every blessing available and that He will enable me to be the mother that you so richly deserve. I love you baby boy, with all my heart.
Tonight we are celebrating a “dinosaur” birthday at Spur. I will post photos of this sometime over the weekend.
The past 3 days have been hectic, exhausting and stressful. I will not bore you with details, but here are a few photographs.
After fetching my brother from hospital on Saturday, we went to Villeria to fetch his new car. He was extremely excited, not only because he was getting a car he has wanted for a long time, but because of the knee operation he will actually be able to drive the car without getting excruciating knee pain after sitting in the car for 10 minutes.
My Ouma is 93 years old. It is such a privilege to still have her around. My aunt and uncle were up here from Durban and brought Ouma with them.
So this is officially my very first ever blogging award
that I have received from the very lovely MeeA. You can see the most awesome things she said about me here. Thank you my friend I am truly honoured.
And now in the tradition I need to tell you seven things that you may not already know about me and then pass this award on to 7 other ladies I think are beautiful.
And now I would like to nominate:-
When I was in Badplaas over Easter Weekend @charnig was there with her little girl. I managed to get a few shots of Storm picking some wild flowers
“Sugar and Spice and all things nice” – what one would typically say when talking about girls, right? mmm perhaps not when there is a boy around. My son and Storm get on extremely well as you will see in the next set of photographs. He taught her a few “boy tricks”
It would appear he is a good teacher as she got on quite well on her own after the initial round of instruction
My friend Sally is leaving on Tuesday and moving to Cape Town. I am very sad that she is leaving as our friendship has grown so much and so quickly over the past few months. I will miss our chats and the openness we share.
I am not the only one who will miss her. My son was devastated when he heard that his friend (Sally’s daughter) is moving to Cape Town. He cannot understand why she is moving now. She is supposed to attend his birthday party in a few weeks time.
Sally and I had planned a visit for this afternoon, and so it happened that we had an impromtu “birthday party” so that my boy could have his friends attend. The kids absolutely loved it and they played wonderfully together as they always do.
Here are some photographs of our time together today: