Sy sit voor oor, gebuig en rug krom Haar gesig met permanente lyne Maar steeds n gesig vol liefde Haar lippe glad en sag soos myne Sy kyk op en glimlag, en dit maak my dag Vol liefde is haar druk, en ek smag vir dit nog elke dag Ek mis jou * Ek verlang… Continue reading Onvoorwaardelike Liefde
I promise this is going to be short. And I promise I’m not going to post funny baby pictures 🙂 …..NOT! You’re finally an adult, whoop whoop! I can no longer call you my baby, sad isn’t it. Cos this only means I’m getting old 😦 Well that is the circle of life my… Continue reading You’re Twenty One NT 🙂
Have you ever thought about whether you doing a good job raising your kids? How do you know this? Are we too self absorbed in our losses that we tend to take the wrong approach when it comes to arming our kids for the world. I have a few mottos in life, one being “raise your… Continue reading What a child needs
Growing up, abuse didn’t have a name. It was never something that was discussed or even addressed. I believe our grandparents, our elders refused to acknowledge that there was a problem. Abuse was prevalent and it happened in every other household..but nobody spoke about it, and nothing was done about it. I remember my granny… Continue reading The guilt of a lifetime
Will power, endurance and love. That’s my motto through life. My Journey were and always are surrounded with those three sentiments. In fact my kids own those sentiments… I love talking about them, they make me happy and I’m blessed to have spawned them ( some humor ok…I hate no humor, so bloody boring) Nurr… Continue reading Will Power, Endurance and Love
It’s been a while since I’ve blogged, mostly because my last two post was exhausting, no emotionally exhausting! I had to tell about a loved one lost and a near failed marriage. Most people come very close or experience these two situations in their lifetime. I’ve done lots of reflecting over the last month and… Continue reading You are your friends…
Seeing her in that coffin, broken. They said I can’t touch her, because she’s broken and that they couldn’t fix her. I can’t kiss her, I can hardly even see her through the tears streaming down my face…I struggle to breath. I feel light headed, I can’t control the shaking, I hear roaring in my… Continue reading Did you fail….or did we?