A new school year

And so school starts. It has been a little more than a week since the first day of Grade 1 for the Lilliputians. The December school holiday was long, and I was not sorry when the 17th of January rolled around. Do not get me wrong, our holiday was amazing.

You will remember that the first day of Grade R did not go so smoothly, but Grade 1 was at least tearless. Lisa looked a little watery there for a bit, but got distracted by the unpacking of stationery (she is mine).

Hannes charged in and showed me that he is sitting right at the back of the class. This, I am sure, will change soon. Lisa is sitting right at the front in her class, and totally content to be there.

First day also meant homework, of which Lisa completed hers and then started erasing her brother’s so that she can redo his – not up to standard, you see.

Not a lot has changed.

Hannes marches in and gets high fives from kids that I have not even seen on a photograph. Lisa stands back and waits for the commotion to pass. I really can some days not believe that they were inside me at the same time.

We also had our first athletics. Turns out the Du Toit siblings are my kids too, and not that fast. We, the parents, were however there to witness this from the stands and left after they ran the 80 m’s.

Shortly after my first meeting this morning, a friend phones to say that she is at school picking up her daughter and little Lisa is not happy at all. My communication was not great, and she did not know that they were still going to aftercare. Maybe she was hoping that we will take them home. She promised to dry the tears and let her know. So the mom guilt therefore kicked in shortly after lunch, at which time another friend phones, to say that he was just at school and Hannes’s bag has been abandoned (they had at this time already gone to aftercare). So I go to school to pick up the forgotten bag. I wonder if he has already figured out that he does not have it. I wonder if he is worried.

See, if you pick them up in the afternoons from aftercare, you get the Lisa loaddown, where she lists everything that had gone to school and confirms that it is all in her backpack. Hannes, during this time, is collecting everything from everywhere, usually to have to return for a second round of “I forgot my school shoes”. They may be twins… they are not the same.

As I am writing this I am making plans to pick them up a little earlier and at the same time enjoying a moment where my thoughts can happen one after the other. Sheesh, it feels like… it never stops. The last few weeks have been filled with nights where little people and old dogs wake me up and I then remain awake, because I am not a 19 year-old free spirit anymore. This in turn means that I am ready for my nap around 11 in the morning…

I hope that things will settle. Then maybe my mind will settle too.

Our first Sunday back in church was last week, where the minister did the usual “happy new year” thing. In Afrikaans, we say, “voorspoedige nuwejaar”, which in essence means, may you be prosperous, may your endeavours be successful etc. Not a bad wish. He however gave some grounding when he said: “May God’s will be done in your life this year”. And what a perfect and honest wish. Because within God’s will it may not always be easygoing, and successful and simple. Some of it may be hard and challenging, but if we know that we are moving within the will of God, then we know that we are not alone.

This first few days of school has really been challenging. And yes, I know it is only the beginning, but clearly I am not great with change. But within all this chaos, we can still remember that we are moving within God’s will and God’s plan and that within that he will protect our steps.

I booked tickets for a musical this week as well, and when we tried to explain to the Lilliputians what it is, the Engineer and I did our best rendition of “Do Ray Me” – we were so chuffed that we still knew the lyrics. We, however, made Hannes cry. Actual tears. We will not be quitting our day jobs just yet.

Tell me it’s their first flight without telling me it’s their first flight

The Lilliputians had their first flight in July. Yes, it is now much later, but a first experience should be documented. I took them to go and visit my folks in the Eastern Cape. The Engineer stayed behind to watch the labs, the house and the budget. I had the first flight with my Lilliputians. It is very different than just worrying about yourself. And remember I am a professional worry-er.

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Lilliputian lessons for the 6th year

Goodness and grace! How did we get here? Probably both goodness and grace, right?

Today the Lilliputians are 6 years old. I have been a mother for 6 years already. I have to admit that this first year in a new school and different classes… it has been tough on this Mamma.

So let me see what are the new lessons the Lilliputians and I learnt this year. Note that this is in no particular order.

Mornings do not become easier when your kiddos get older. It has not thus far, anyway. Everybody is still conscious before me, even when I sometimes get up before everyone. Some of us love it (the men in the house), and some of us need a reward for making the effort.

Do not throw away art projects anywhere that you will be caught out. It needs to happen while everyone is away, preferably in the neighbour’s trash. If you do not get this right there will be a panicked wail from the kitchen when someone finally remembers to actually throw away their apple core and you will be asked to explain yourself through snot and tears. Note this could be anything: half a drawing that was made on a napkin, the friend’s drawing that ended up in the school bag by mistake. It could be the crumpled-up one at the bottom of the school bag.

Swimming lessons are absolutely worth every cent and also every excruciating minute that you have to sit there for them to learn to swim. Holidays are COMPLETELY different once they are water safe.

If you are going to show them one of your favourite childhood movies, be sure to have craft material for them to build something. You know, like paint and a DeLorean for a time machine.

Rewards that are thought out by parents are not always valid and usually lame. Rewards thought out by teachers and basically anyone else are amazing, even if they are the exact same thing…

Both the men in my house like to sing the wrong words at the top of their lungs to any given song. The one does it on purpose (has been doing so for the last 20 years to piss me off) and the other one does it because he really thinks that those are the lyrics. Both of these gents also like to sing a totally different song than the one that is actually playing. We may need to limit music in the house for this reason.

You become a chef the moment you put on an apron.

Little boys cry when you throw away the boxes that the wine delivery came in because they wanted to build a [insert any impossibility here].

My mother was not really sorry when she pulled my hair while making my school pigtails. You only learn this one when you have to do it for someone else.

When you are six, food tastes better when you don’t know what it is. As soon as any ingredient is actually identified, it is something that you no longer consume.

Lunchboxes should contain whatever the friend had for lunch yesterday.

The answer “no” to the question “does anyone need the bathroom” is only valid for the next three seconds or however long it takes to get everyone strapped into the car.

Actual school days are long and may cause collapse before dinnertime. If you are Lisa usually on the carpet where she was busy playing with something.

If you manage to tell your daughter a BS story about a mouse that dishes out money for teeth… it is going to bite you in the ass. Yo can read all about that here.

Books were and always will be amazing, and the best part of the day is story time. ALSO the book Alice in Wonderland is really long…

You can learn to ride your bike without the training wheels through sheer willpower in one afternoon. You will, however, then only be able to turn right. You will also only figure out the breaks much later. It is important to crash into your sibling or your jogging parent as many times as possible.

Twins should not be in the same class, because the one will cross out her brother’s name and rewrite it because it was not pleasing to the eye.

Change is generally hard, but for some it is harder.

You are blessed if not both of your children leave things everywhere, because then the one will check the other one’s bag.

Everybody loves stickers.

Someone should write down the nightmares that kids have. You can make millions with that movie deal!

YouTube Kids will get on your last nerve because you realise that every minute spent on whatever nonsense they are watching, that little family who are pretending to be real live mermaids, building a bomb or making dinner, are making actual money… while annoying the crap out of you. 

So yes, the list is long and definitely incomplete…

But yes, we are at six. I was also happy to realise that you forget things. New parents have asked for advice and I had to honestly tell them that I cannot remember. Probably due to sleep deprivation or alcohol consumption, or both. But all in all, I feel blessed.

Happy birthday little people! You amaze me daily.

How the tooth mouse came back and bit me in the ass

The first tooth was pulled in our house this week. It was actually not pulled because both the Engineer and I refused to do it, so the owner of the tooth managed to do it herself. Super proud about this rite of passage, she allowed for a photo to be taken and ran off to go and dig out the little box they made a church for the tooth mouse. Yes, I know, in English, it’s a fairy, but for some reason, the Afrikaans speakers decided that it should be a mouse, which is important for the purposes of this story.

The excitement about the night-time visit, which will only happen when everybody is asleep, found the Lilliputians in bed way before bedtime. The tooth, was safely wrapped and tucked into the little box, awaiting appropriate reimbursement.

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Why I don’t do Yoga

I started Pilates approximately 3 years ago with a husband-and-wife instructor team, very close to my home. This studio uses various Pilates equipment to torture me and my will to live three mornings a week. I have also not had the same class twice and I am honestly challenged far beyond my capabilities (noncaffeinated!) every time.

At the beginning of a class, I start my Garmin, and up till recently it loaded it as a Yoga activity, which I then had to manually change on Strava every time. And yes, a lot of people would just shrug their shoulders and say, “but it is the same, isn’t it?”. No… it is not. Please pull up a chair for my Friday rant. Please also believe that I am not saying this from my high horse, or reformer. Instead, I am noting and admitting and confessing what my issues are with Yoga, and maybe educating a little in the process as well (I certainly did not know all these thing before I started reading).

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