Grade 2

To my darling, Baby Girl

You have just started Grade 2 and I can’t believe how grown up you are.  You are maturing into a beautiful young lady and your Dad and I are so, so proud of you.

You were so grumpy on the day school started last week, telling me that you can’t see why you have to go to school and why you can’t just stay at home.  Very funny my child – we, as your parents, are legally obligated to educate you and you are very privileged attending one on of the most prestigious schools in Port Elizabeth.  I hope you will have some very happy memories of your school days.  It is so important to your Dad and I that you have happy memories of your childhood.  Memories of fun, happiness and laughter.  We are working very hard to make that happen for you.  Well, not just for you, but for us as well.  A happy, healthy and fun family unit – that is what we’re striving for.

I can’t believe that just last year you were so scared to go to big school in case you couldn’t read, and now you’re reading everything (in fact, I think I need to start hiding my tablet away from you…:-)

You excel at your words and your numbers, but being creative is the most amazing part.  I have the creativity of a stone and to see you create worlds in the most amazing ways: you’ve created a room for your Barbie inside an old cupboard and in there you have put a bed, a stool, a cupboard, a brush, even a puppy to play with.  I love how your mind works – and I love what you’re teaching me about life, about love, about who I can be as your mom and as my own person.

I’ve often said to your Dad that I think the best gift we can ever give you is the gift of knowing yourself.  I don’t care if you become a scientist, a doctor, a stay-at-home mom – as long as you’re being true to who God created you to be.  It is tough finding that line of guiding you and loving you as I think you need to be loved (because we can only ever love from our own perspectives) and letting you just be you.

I hope you will always know who you are – that you will remember that you are a child of God, a child of the most high King, who died for you because of His intense love for you.  In the lonely days, the scary days, the confused days, the dark days – of which there will be many – always, always remember who you are.  There will be lonely days, scary days, confused days, and dark days because it’s just life and Jesus never promised us an easy life.  But, we can learn and grow and become more like Christ and our lives will be more fulfilling and rewarding as a result.  

We just have to trust Him.

No matter where the path leads, or where we are, or how grim things seem – you need to trust God.  He is the Blessed Controller and He knows what He is doing.

You have such an amazing sense of humour – you constantly make your Dad and I laugh.  For Christmas, Father Christmas bought you a karaoke radio and you loved it.  The next thing you just start beat-boxing and you were exceptionally good for a little girl who had never done that before.

You do hip-hop which you love, and Modern, and you have asked if you can start ballet as well.  I always wanted to dance.  I wasn’t even worried about competitions or anything, I just wanted to dance.  And I feel a sense of awe seeing you dance and I feel so proud, so happy, that I can give you something I never had.  

Now in Grade 2, you’re continuing with your chess, but you have also joined the choir.  I could never sing – well, I was never taught how to sing.  So, again, I feel grateful, even humbled, that I can give you the opportunity at something that I never had.

Words here cannot describe how your mind works – I wish I could capture it somehow.  To give you an example, when we visited your cousins in Cape Town, and they came around for dinner – before they even arrived, you had put a blanket out, and the Cousins 3 were going to have a picnic.  No one told you to do that – you just did it.  I love how you plan, and think, and conceptualise ideas.  My darling, I think that you will go so much further than I have gone in life if you stick to who you are – always remember; never forget and never allow anyone to lead astray and from the path of life God has set out for you.

I am looking forward to seeing what this year will teach you and I am looking forward to seeing you grow into the amazing little Baby Girl that you are.

I love you my darling – and I am humbled and grateful that God has giving me such an amazing daughter.  Daily do I think Him for you and for your Dad.

May God’s richest blessings always be yours.

Your mom – The Baby Mama.

Evaluating your Year – 2016

Evaluating your Year – 2016

Whilst on holiday, I read a blog post from Jennifer at Unveiled Wife, and I really liked the idea.  The idea is to look at your year last year and give a brief evaluation of how your year went.  I think, overall, I had a really good year last year.  I saw some answers to prayers that I did not expect, and lots of growth on my part.


January started with me still being on leave and being so nervous for Baby Girl starting her first year of big school.  Fortunately I had bought all her uniform requirements and stationery the year before and just needed to get her some school shoes.  She settled into Grade 1 beautifully and was quite happy to start big school.  Yes, I did cry – it is so sad to see them go off into the big world (fortunately, I had my sunglasses on).  Hubby and I also celebrated 16 years of marriage.  It was wonderful.


February I ran my first 10 km road race.  There is no fear of me ever coming first, or winning anything, but I didn’t walk (at all) and I didn’t come last.  And more importantly, I didn’t feel like I was dying afterwards.


In March Baby Girl wanted to quit Hip Hop.  She felt completely overwhelmed by the new moves and was actually quite scared that she couldn’t do it.  I knew she could do it and didn’t want her to just quit.  It took quite a bit of encouragement to have her continue, for the term, but then she did eventually quit at the end of the school term.  I still continued to do the Park Run every week.


April brought about Easter celebrations and another trip to Cape Town.  And this was amazing, because hubby and I got to spend the day together (just the two of us) and we had lunch together at this beautiful little café.  Now, you know I have (had) some very serious anxious associations with eating out and yet there was none of that.  It was just such a delightful lunch.


May brought about the start of the second term and the start of winter.  Although here, we can have beautiful hot and summer right up into and including June.  July and August is when we start getting ugly weather.  My dad still encourages me with the Park Run and he runs in rain or sun and encourages me all the way.  I also ran my first 15 km run.  It was so tough, and I walked the last two kilometers.  I didn’t feel bad though, as it was a very tough run.


June brought about Baby Girl’s seventh birthday.  We had a pizza party for her even though at this stage she didn’t eat pizza (she does now though).  We weren’t going to have a party for her this year, but her two cousins from Cape Town came to visit and as they had never yet attended a party for her, it was great to have them there.  Baby Girl had a great time and loved her cousins visiting her home.

It was also Baby Girl’s dance concert at the Opera House and when Baby Girl saw the dance that the Hip Hop girls had to do, she realised that she could actually do it.  She then asked to start Hip Hop again in the new term.


July brought about the start of the third term, and Baby Girl doing Hip Hop again.  This time taking it slowly and learning to believe in herself.  Hubby and I are tired and really needing a stronger support system.  Hubby is training for his Transbaviaans race and I’m still doing Park Run.


Things just tiding themselves over – Baby Girl is doing really well at school although I resent the amount of homework that she gets.  She handles it so well and I am really, really proud of her.


September brought about my birthday and although there were no great celebrations, it was one of the nicest birthdays I have had.  I just really enjoyed my day and time with my family.  Hubby, true to form, spoilt me amazingly.  I got money from my dad and hubby’s parents which I used to sign up for Boot Camp.  I could not believe how nervous I was to go, but I eventually plucked up the courage – and landed up loving it…


Baby Girl now has to go to dance twice a week to prepare for exams and has put added pressure on our already very tight schedule.  Yet, somehow we managed to make it work and when she did her exams in November, she got an excellent result.


I am feeling tired and cannot wait for the end of the year.  I cannot wait to stop packing bags, making lunch, checking homework, cleaning house and working a full day.  I’ve stopped blogging and reading my blogs and looking at Facebook as a fast for God to answer our financial prayers.  There have definitely been some answers and I feel excited about what God has in store.  I’ve hurt my back at Boot Camp and cannot go back until I’ve seen a Chiropractor which I can only do in the New Year when our new medical aid benefits have kicked in.  Baby Girls dance exams results came back that she has so much potential and such great rhythm – for Hip Hop.  I’m so glad she started again.


Can’t wait to finish work – and we’re off to Cape Town on holiday.  It has been one of the nicest holidays we have ever had.  Not only did hubby run two Park Runs with me, we had three breakfasts, two lunches and other meals in-between together.  Just the two of us… we got to chat and just spend time together.  Baby Girl was playing with her cousins and we got to spend some quality time together.  I am so grateful to have had such a good holiday.

Father Christmas bought Baby Girl a Karaoke machine.  She loved it – she was even beat boxing for a while and was actually quite good.

I am very, very grateful to have had such a good 2016 year albeit a busy and hectic year.  I thank the good Lord for keeping us safe and for growing my heart and my mind to honour Him more fully.

This year, 2017, I would like to continue to focus on gratitude on this blog ( – and of course, Baby Girl’s antics, losing weight and getting fit and healthy on my blog, focusing all that I am learning about love, marriage and relationships and honouring God and my husband at my blog (check out my word for 2017 – being a faithful wife).

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I have my word – 2015!

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I have my word.

It’s never a question of whether One Word works.  It’s whether you will put One Word into action in your life.  If you discover and live your word, it works every single time, because there is a word meant for you, and it is meant to change your life in a positive way.  Reference here.

This concept of having a word for a year is a wonderful concept.  My word for 2014 was abundance and although many would think that would include riches and fortunes, I’ve realised that abundance is an attitude.

You can get some very poor rich people, 
and some mightily rich poor people.

And at one stage I thought my word for 2015 would be prosperity.  Perhaps I was just hoping it would be after so many years of battling financially.  But, after praying about it, and receiving some amazing confirmation, I…

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Ashamed to be South African!

I have no idea if you know about the troubles in South Africa with the #feesmustfall campaign.  Now, I have no issue with protests – if something is wrong, and the government isn’t taking a stand to correct the issue, then we need to make the government listen.  It’s not the protests in and of itself that has me concerned.

But, there are a number of issues that seriously DO concern me:

Firstly, the violence.  I get that people need to have their say, and I get that sometimes you need to have drastic action in order to get the government to listen.  I understand all that.  But, seriously, burning cars, throwing rocks at the police, torching buildings, destroying art, burning books?  And all in the name of a movement, that if granted, will drive this country quite literally to the brink.  Someone, somewhere, will have to pay for the fees (the latest is that all white people must cover the fees of poorer black students – how on earth do I do that when we’re not even surviving financially at the moment).   Nothing is ever truly for free: institutions of any kind cannot survive without a monetary inflow.  Yet, and yet, this was promised to all in the 1994 elections, which brings me to my second point…

Education.  No country in this world will ever move forward without education.  We need education as a country to survive – it is with education that we will have doctors, engineers, artisans, teachers.  Without having any of those vocations, we will not have a country.  Education would help us to see that a promise made by the ANC to grant free education for all is an impossible feat for a third world country.  In fact, going further back, as my parents and most parents of people my age don’t even have high school, had they been fully educated, they would know that what the white government was doing back then was wrong and apartheid would’ve fallen much, much sooner than it did.  But, they didn’t know and they weren’t educated enough to be able to tell that what the government was telling us wasn’t the truth.  For the most part, white South Africa just simply didn’t know – and you don’t know what you don’t know.

Which is why education is so, so vitally important!

You can’t destroy education!

The #feesmustfall and #sciencemustfall campaigns is quite literally a campaign to destroy education.  Education is seen as “elitist”, “white” and “western” and “western education is pathetic” – really???  How did we go from #rhodesmustfall to kicking all education out because someone doesn’t like Sir Isaac Newton’s theory on gravity and an apple falling from a tree?

The attack on education is extremely concerning to me.  I have a seven-year old daughter.  I live in a country that hates white people.  What future does this little seven-year old girl have if she lives in a country that despises education as much as what it does?  Where do we go to get her educated?  And if we succeed in her education, what chance is there of her finding work or being employed afterwards – #blackeconomicempowerment.

There is a video clip doing the rounds where a UCT student demands that science must fall – I can’t embed You Tube videos at work, but I quote:

A so-called “fallist” has asked students at the University of Cape Town’s science faculty to consider scrapping science as a whole if it is ever to be decolonised.  At a panel discussion this week‚ published to YouTube‚ the woman responded to a question about the decolonisation of science.  “Science as a whole is a product of western modernity and the whole thing should be scratched off. Especially in Africa‚” she says.  “I have a question for all the science people.  There is a place in KZN called Umhlab’uyalingana.  They believe that through the magic‚ you call it black magic‚ they call it witchcraft‚ you are able to send lightening to strike someone.  Can you explain that scientifically because it’s something that happens?”

The meeting then breaks into laughter at her question as someone in the audience yells: “It’s not true!”

After the meeting’s chair restores order‚ she continues: “Western knowledge is totalising.  It is saying that it was Newton and only Newton who knew and saw an apple falling and out of nowhere decided gravity existed and created an equation and that is it.  “Whether people knew Newton or not‚ or whatever happens in West Africa‚ Northern Africa‚ the thing is the only way to explain gravity is through Newton who sat under a tree and saw an apple fall.

“So western modernity is the problem that decolonisation directly deals with.  It’s to say that we are going to decolonise by having knowledge that is produced by us‚ that speaks to us and that is able to accommodate knowledge from our perspective.

“Decolonising the science would mean doing away with it entirely and starting all over again to deal with how we respond to the environment and how we understand it.”


The beauty of science and education is that it exists in a realm beyond race, colour, creed or gender.

Gravity exists as a natural law – gravity doesn’t care if you’re white, or black, American or South African, educated or uneducated.

What is even more worrying is that this stupid #ScienceMustFall is gaining momentum.

People cannot see beyond their hateful rhetoric, their own racism, to realise that they are actually destroying a very beautiful country.

Which brings me back to my point – what future does my lily-white seven-year daughter have in this country?  And what happens to us when we retire and our investments have no value to see us through our retirement age?

It scares me!

This morning I received a post update from Shaunti Feldhahn that made me cry (though for a very different reason than for Shaunti).  In the post, she speaks about her emotions as a video clip made by Canadians to support the Americans in their elections was doing the rounds on You Tube.  And as I read the post, I found myself thinking about how amazing it must be to be part of a country that you are so proud of – whether Democrat or Republican, you can always be proud to be an American. Sure, any and every country has their issues, and then to have another amazing country, Canada, encourage America like that.

I am ashamed to be South African.

I am ashamed of the white, elitist past we have.  But, I am even more ashamed of what is happening at the moment.  Instead of building this country up – the black youth are using every and any means to completely destroy this country.  We have been told, “you’re white, your white arrogance must get out this country”, while being blindfolded to their own arrogance and pride, and where are we to go?

Where are we, as white South Africans, to go?

If we had ancestral visas of any country, we would’ve gone a long time ago.  I need to ensure the future of the child God has blessed me with, and our future as well.  But, we have no ancestral visas and no way to get out of this country.

For the first time in my life, I would actually flee – and that both saddens me and shames me, but the violence and hatred towards whites is just simply too much to handle.

What the ANC and the black majority don’t understand is this: you can have this country.  You can rule it and own it and it can be yours, for the rest of eternity, BUT then it needs to function well as a country: there must be a zero tolerance towards crime; I should be able to send my daughter to any school and know that she will receive an excellent education; I shouldn’t NEED medical aid – any government hospital should suffice…  But, as it stands, there is no education in schools, the government is more corrupt and thieving than the country’s constituents and so cannot combat crime, and I wouldn’t be caught dead in any government hospital (no pun intended).  And the powers that be send thier kids to private school, go to private hospitals and fly overseas to do their shopping.  Have the country – I don’t care.  But run it well – FOR ALL PEOPLE OF SOUTH AFRICA.