Pat on the back

Tell someone you’re proud of just how proud you are.

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My Luka-boo

You have been always been a little chatter box and can talk the ears of an elephant!  Imagine our surprise when your Grade 1 teacher (and every teacher after that) told us that you are very reserved in class!  For the past five years I have had to endure teachers telling me that they need to drag answers out of you and that you would never put your hand up to answer a question.  Year after year they keep complaining that you can’t focus or sit still in class.  I have had to hear countless times that you are disruptive in class as you keep chatting to friends, but don’t want to participate in class discussions.  Do you remember how many times we’ve spoken about this?

Then came Grade 5 with more subjects, more assignments and more responsibility.  Of course it also meant you having to stay after school for detention.  We tried all forms of discipline and it would work for two, maybe three days and then we were back to square one.  I honestly thought that I was failing you  miserably as a parent and that there was no hope left.

Then we discovered Mindset and out world was turned upside down, hey?

Your report card came and I nearly jumped through the roof 🙂 but we still had the dreaded parent-teacher meetings ahead of us 😦

I sat outside each class, nervously waiting on my turn, and watched as parent after parent departed with long faces.  My turn came and I kept our tablets secret, because I first wanted to hear what they had to say.

“Luke has suddenly started to blossom into a child which truly reflects his intellect”

“Luke has changed and is suddenly offering answers, every time”

“Luke has become a joy to have in the classroom”

“Luke has undergone a huge change during the holidays and he has not once been written up for disruptive behavior”

Then I brought out the trump-card: Mindset!  They were all united in saying that, whatever happens, I should not stop giving the tablets to you.  the deputy-headmaster even said that he has seen a bigger change in your attitude, behavior and performance than on any child who was ever placed on Ritalin.

Victory!!!

My angel, I am so proud of you!  I cried all the way home and still want to cry when I think about everything we have been through to get here.

My trooper, you soldier on and finally we will be able to see what you are really capably of!

I am proud of you sweetie-pie!

 

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Nostalgic

This week’s Weekly Photo Challenge asks us to post a photo which brings a sense of nostalgia to us.

For some reason I have been thinking a lot about life and our mortality lately.  When my mom posted this photo on Facebook, it brought such a sense of nostalgia, I just knew that it was the right one for this challenge.  It’s a photo of me (on the left), my sister (who passed away in 2005 in the middle) and my brother (on the right) WAY back when.  It brings back so many memories and I wish with all my heart we could once again sit down together for a meal or just to talk nonsense!

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I promise to never complain about a photo again!

My brother, sister and myself as part of a wedding party

My brother, sister and myself as part of a wedding party

Today I received my technology rescue, the one I have been praying for. The laptop my dad and his wife bought me arrived from the Free State, lovingly packaged by my mom. Along came a book too: Paulo Coelho’s The Zahir. Yay, but for once, the book will have to wait.

I switched on the laptop eager to get started, but that is where the waterworks started. Instead of a desktop image, there was a message from my mom:

“My dear Nanuschka, may this laptop be the start of great things for you. May you one day win the Nobel prize for all the injustices you try and find. May every word you type be to God’s glory and may He bless you in every moment. I am so proud of you!”

What I discovered on the laptop changed my view of photos forever. I have never been a huge fan of photos. I would much rather be behind the shutter capturing the moment than being in the moment. My mom has always been the one to insist on photos. Every event, every occasion had a reason for a photo to be taken. Her requests for photos at these times are always met by complaints, sighs and long faces. It will never happen again. I will be smiling and jumping the queue to get their first.

The photos on there are an heirloom of memories; a treasure chest of family history. I found photos of my brother, sister and myself; photos of my parents dating back to their wedding day in 1972. To the wedding day photo’s Luke commented: Gosh, those guys really got stuck in the 70’s! There are precious, precious photos of Luke – his entire life captured on film. I found photos of my grandparents, my childhood home, my first Christmas tree(!), Saartjie (the cleaner employed by my gran for as long as I can remember). There were even photos of celebrities, gala events and sports teams – all captured by my mom. Old black and white prints of wedding days before color film and antique photos of my grandfather’s first car and first motorbike. It was the first time I had been able to show Luke a picture of my grandfather – it would appear he looks like a German general of the Second World War.

Through these photos I remembered my Oupa getting ready for Sunday church, fights with my brother and moments of hysterical laughter with my sister. I remembered long late night talks with my mom and the smell of dad when he holds me to his chest.

Photos and stories are our links to the past. Treasure them. Without them we have nothing to stir up old memories. Through these photos I could share stories with Jacques and Luke tonight; stories that made me laugh and stories that made me cry.

Thank you to my dad and Theresia for making this day possible.

Thank you to my mom for always being the memory keeper of our family. I now understand!