These days it is so easy to complain about everything. I have to admit that with all the corruption and crime going on in our beautiful country there is a time and place to be realistic and look at the facts, but there is also a time to be quiet and focus on the positive things. Continue reading 10 Great things about South Africa
Both Little Captain and Number One started going to a crèche on four and a half months. I had to go back to work and due to many reasons we decided against a nanny at home. Continue reading 8 Advantages of my children’s crèche
Today is our wedding anniversary. Eight years ago we said I do and promised to stand by one another… even in sickness and in health.
As you read a few weeks back I was very sick last year while being pregnant with Number One and ended up 29 days in hospital. It was a tough time for all our family and friends, especially my husband, who stood by my side. Luckily he was surrounded by supporting family and friends. Continue reading In sickness and in health
What is time out?
When you have children, the first meaning that comes to your mind might be “A brief period of time during which a misbehaving child is put on their own so that they can regain control over their emotions” (Oxford Dictionary).
For sport fanatics it can be “A brief break in play in a game or sport”.
When working on an old computer with slow internet you might think about “A cancellation or cessation that automatically occurs when a predefined interval of time has passed without a certain event occurring.”
All of these definitions can be found in the Oxford Dictionary. The time out I want to talk about is the following one: “Time for rest or recreation away from one’s usual work or studies”.
When my baby was born a year ago, I wanted to make him a “space capsule”, adding some things from his birth day (like a newspaper, some technology that will be long outdated by the time he is 18 and a letter for him). As it turned out we didn’t buy a newspaper (I am saving a magazine from that month) and I never wrote the letter. The idea was to keep it save and give it to him on his eighteenth birthday. I never found time to write the letter before his birth and decided to do it today, one year later.
Here it is:
My dearest son
I believe all children are miracles and experienced it first-hand when we see you grew and developed inside me. Week by week we read what was forming and for the first time I understood what David meant in Psalm 139, talking about God knitting us together in our mothers’ womb.