After I dropped my older daughters off at Xhosa lesson, I decided to take the little ones to a nearby playground.
Getting out of the car I noticed a biggish slide, but not thinking for one moment that little Emma would actually try to climb all the way to the top. Aha! And that was the first thing she did. Me, not wanting to cause much unhappiness, let her climb and I followed her up the steps. But little Emma was in no way interested in coming down the steps again...
Emma is at the top, me just behind her, and behind me the twins are eagerly waiting for me and Emma to make up our minds...
Emma decided that she was not going down the slide, and I was not going down the way we came up.
I made a quick visual calculation/evaluation of the width of the slide and the width of my 20 kg overweight hips... I might just fit.
Where were the cameras and the flashing lights?!
I picked up Emma in one arm, carefully sat down with her on my lap, prudently tucking my skirt, and down we went... all brakes on! (Thank You Lord for rubber soles!)
And you ask?
It was great!
And yes, we went again, and again! Every time reached the bottom, Emma would run around and get right back up again, me following!
And this, the only evidence:
#1743 going down a playground slide at age 40
#1744 and actually enjoying it!
Vandag , vier jaar gelede, swanger met twee, het ek langs my Mamma se sterfbed gestaan. Kom ons ooit oor hierdie weggaan? So weg dat dit maak nie saak waar ek soek ek haar nie kan vind nie. Maar vandag het ek mooi gaan kyk waar sy tog orals nog is:
Klein Emma slaap elke aand onder haar handewerk.
Ek onthou wanneer ek haar masjiene sien geduldig staan en wag vir my om te kom kreatief wees. Te min ure in hierdie winters dae!
Al haar goedjies en dingetjies... ek hou dit veilig.
Die mooi lappop waarmee ek nooit gespeel het nie, en my gunsteling Meraai (regs) sal my altyd aan haar laat dink.
O en as sy sou kon sien die gemors wat klein hanjies maak met kleurvolle garings!
En in my linnekas is daar orals iets wat 'n storie het om te vertel van haar.
En as ek 'n kans kry om te speel... haar gunsteling.
En elke winter, slaap ek onder haar handewerk!
Doen daardie breiwerkie, hekel maar daardie kombersie, maak daardie herinderinge spesiaal. Eendag mag iemand dalk soek waar jý is. Waar gaan ons kinders ons soek? Wat gaan hulle onthou van ons? Wat is ons nalatingskap? Mignon
I bought a bread machine about four years ago and used it quite a lot, but I wasn't always so proud of my baking. Sometimes the dough would rise perfectly, only to fall flat during the baking cycle or only half the loaf would rise or all the dough will bake in one corner of the tin. I got fed-up and just at the moment when I was ready to through the machine out the window, I discovered a sweet little lie:
All bread machine manufacturers will tell you to ONLY use their recipes and no other recipes. And that is not true!
In a desperate moment I tried my friend's recipe (this link is for a larger loaf; my recipe is for a smaller one) and voila! Never ever have I looked back. Every single bread (whether whole wheat, spelt, 50% rye, whatever) comes out perfect, every time!
A year or two ago, I drew up a half hourly schedule for my home and children. Last night I searched all over saved files to find the proud picture of "our daily schedule"! It probably took me about two weeks to fine tune, and less than a day to realize we will never be able to stick to such a rigid schedule.
(If I have to prepare breakfast between 07h30 and 08h00 and three little people all decide to have bowel movements in that time slot my whole day's planning goes up in the air!) We can sometimes hurt a relationship while trying to stick to a schedule -hurry hurts children!
I was very proud of our schedule sitting up there on the wall, the children too, but I don't think we ever managed to stick to it 100%, ever! So slowly we got rid of the schedule and just tried to do the basics round about the same time daily. Chores were sometimes done early in the morning, sometimes we only remembered to do them in the afternoon. But everyday everything got done eventually.
Trying to stick to a schedule can actually cause a lot of unnecessary stress and make you feel like a complete failure when you realize you just can't stick to it. Maybe that is the time to rethink the whole scheduling thing.
Have you noticed that the sun doesn't come up at the exact same time everyday? But it does come up. Spring doesn't always start on the first day of September (or March up north), but it does come around about that time the of year. Sometimes we get an early winter like this year. I am not saying that we can get up at nine o'clock in the morning, just as long as we get up. Oh no! But if a schedule is not working for you, then its not working, and then you have to find that sweet middle way. Something in between a rigid schedule and something else that you can live and breathe by!
I am rethinking that schedule, making it a bit more life/love/relationship friendly. I will keep you posted on the progress!
Anyone out there with tips or ideas on how to have a (better) routine rather than a schedule?
If you knew then what you know now, and you could go back in time, without changing who you are, is there anything that you would have done differently?
Here is what I would have done differently:
I would have bought that farm... for R210 000 in 2004...
I would have married him sooner! I knew from the startthat he was Mr. Right anyway... Love at first sight!
I would have worried less and trusted more.
Ek sou minder bang gewees het...
I would really not have been so scared, and I would not have stressed so much about everything.
I would have had a lot more children!
Ek sou meer vergewe het. Ek het my lewe lank vasgehou aan eina's en seerkry en eintlik het ek net my eie lewe misrabelik gemaak. Mens kan nie jou lewe lank kwaad bly nie. Een of ander tyd moet ons vergewe en hoe gouer hoe beter. Vir ons kinders se onthalwe...
Ek sou meer gaan kamp het!
My house would have been a little less clean...
I would have prayer more. For my husband, for my children, for my marriage, for myself, my friends and family. Everything. I would have prayed about everything!
After I wrote my previous post on spanking and discipline, a few things came to mind:
There have been times when one of my children really misbehaved, and the more I corrected and disciplined, the more the bad behaviour just went from bad to actually questionable. Ever been there? When a child just doesn't seem to listen? At that time I was determined to discipline that constant bad behaviour and luckily my husband stepped in and asked me this question:
Could it be that she was actually in need of positive attention and that the negative attention was just feeding that void?
I hate being corrected and questioned by my husband, but as a God fearing wife I listened to him and gave my child two whole days of just positive encouragement and love. I took extra time to just sit with her and gave her my full attention.
The result: a happy, sweet and obedient child.
Sometimes, chastisement isn't the only answer.
Sometimes love can go much further.
So when discipline and reproof seem to fail, try the opposite: lots of love and hugs and cuddles...
Take some time out, make that pot of tea, read a good book...