For the Life of us

I did a bit of writing the other day. Something I used to do all the time and have slowly stopped, sadly. I just felt inspired by something that has crept it's way into my life and my family's life and has just become normal. The problem with living with a problem is that you tend to slowly forget that life used to be quite different. I started to think about what if it was me, or my husband who slowly started to forget. All our memories, everything we've done and shared in life just simply forgotten. When I actually started to think about it, I felt so compelled to write. Not just a factual piece about two people I love very much and who are facing a challenging life now, but rather seeing who they are now with the contrast of who they used to be. Names have been changed incase I ever use this piece in anything, but those who know me and my family will recognise the characters. Here's a tribute to two very special people; one who has forgotten so much and the other who...

I find it ironic that the post in succession of the one about how I'm sorry I never blog anymore, is around 4 months later! I won't even try and make excuses this time. Yes life IS busy, but I like busy, I don't think it's a bad thing unless of course you don't manage your time very well. I like to think I do ok, it's just sometimes things like Facebook and Trademe accounts don't help very much. The reason for this post is to let off some steam, even if no-one even reads this, it's just theraputic somehow... I recently watched a show and then a sequel to that show, about some rich and famous English footballers wives. The typical set-up for a reality TV show; they leave their families, nannies, cooks and fancy lifestyle to experience poverty first hand. It just so happened that the place they went to was in Cape Town (where I'm from), a mere 20 minutes from where we hung out. It is so sad looking back now, we all knew there were poor people and some ...

I know this might seem silly, but i recently felt so moved by the situation someo

I know this might seem silly, but i recently felt so moved by the situation someo

I know this might seem silly, but i recently felt so moved by the situation someo

I know this might seem silly, but i recently felt so moved by the situation someo

Not even a month ago, around 200 excited young people crammed into a campsite in Ngaruwahia and left there knowing who they are in God, having a total 'identity make-over' . It saddens me to watch the news tonight and see that just around the corner from where we had camp, a little girl, not even 7 months old, has has her life taken away from her so prematurely. It is not so much the story, as sad as it is, that makes me cringe because we all know there will always be sick, troubled people who do this kind of things to helpless little kids. What saddens me more are the many who are keeping silent; the total disregard of a life. A woman in the community who spoke up was subject to vandilism, a spraypainted fence with words about her being 'a naak', reflecting the totally skewed view of some very deceived people. How sad it is that with no one speaking up about what happened, the mother, step-dad and an uncle who all lived in the house with the little girl aren't ...

I honestly thought Abigail was sick a few weeks ago. She changed alomost overnight! Not even kidding. She went from a delightful, compliant little angel to a strong-willed little 20 month old who seems to think she is 3 or something. I definitely am enjoying having a little person who can actually communicate, the enetertaining and enjoyable moments definitely FAR outweigh any bad one's. But the 'moments' are undeniably there. A transformation from angelic to goodness knows what, in a matter of seconds. What is mostly referred to as 'terrible two's' ; the 'phase' of children's life I didn't believe in until a month ago. It really is easier to let kids get away with things like shouting, screaming and talking rudely and that's what's so hard (sigh). Gone are the days of a gurgling bundle of joy falling asleep on my chest during an episode of my weekly TV show or lying, playing quietly while I have a coffee with a friend at the mall...

It has been a few months since my last blog / apology for not writing often enough... nothing's changed.