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May
21

Dear friend H and her man P have just adopted a gorgeous boy, they brought him home yesterday. Congratulations guys, and little KB, you’re joining a great family and extended church family, and you already have totally devoted parents, welcome little guy:

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A little background on H & I’s friendship, we’ve been friends for just about ever, or around age 12 anyhow. We went through some tough teens times together and remained inseperable even though for the most part we went to different high schools and universities. We even had this awkward teenage phase when we dressed in identical skimpy outfits (shod in the iconic 8 hole Docs), died our hair the same colour and trawled the malls and youth groups together. Aaah, those were the days. Thankfully there is precious little photographic evidence :-)


May
18

I have the cutest 7 month old ever :-)

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This one’s more a testimony to the size of Hunny’s boot than it is the size of Aidan…

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Happy chappie

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This ones my favourite


May
18

Well, it’s been a while folks? Hasn’t it? They days are just flying buy and I just realized it’s been 5 (five!!) weeks since I last posted.

I’ve figured out part of the problem though. My best ideas come to me in morning traffic, which worked out okay previously, because I’d get to work and do a quick post. Now I’m working a 6 hour day, and leave strictly at 2pm each day, I feel kinda bad about blogging at work.

Not to mention that work has blocked my blog anyway, so even if I had a few passing thoughts to post, I can’t get there!

So here’s a few passing thoughts that I have managed to remember for long enough to post.

First, some Kudos: Outsurance, for those non SA readers (yeah, all of you, say Hi ;-) ) is a local insurance company. They do this really nice thing, where they deploy pointsmen to intersections where traffic lights aren’t working, or that are unusually congested in peak time traffic, to ease things up. Great advertising for them, and we score too. Well, I saw two of their blokes riding off to their assignment the other day, on their typical lime green scooters, and I was impressed by the gear that the company provides for them. Most motor cycle delivery guys are in an old, doesn’t fit properly, helmet and whatever else they happened to be wearing that day. Given their income bracket, that doesn’t usually mean great protective gear. But these two Outsurance guys had been provided with proper protective gear, from jackets, pants and gloves, even down to proper riding boots and knee guards. I’m impressed. Thank you Outsurance for kitting out your guys in such a responsible manner.

Next, about being a mom. I was gonna post this on mothers day, shows how well I am doing. I wasn’t very maternal before Aidan. I’m still not that much so except where it comes to my own son. But I have noticed a strong empathy with other mothers everywhere. I ache for the poor mom walking down the street with the little boy in clothes that no longer fit him, pants that should have been to the ankle now closer to his knees. I’m sure it’s not her intention, but she just can’t afford to keep buying new clothes for a boy that won’t stop growing. I cry for moms of sick – really sick – babies who have no choice but to just cope, because their child needs them. I even feel terrible pangs of emotion for moms in movies who are trying in vain to protect their children from some unseen evil.

And I notice cases of child neglect or abuse in the news so much more these days, and it turn me cold. Knowing how dependant Aidan is on me, how could someone deliberately hurt a child?

I come from a family of sympathy criers. Well, the female side anyway. My mom, sis and I are all the same, show us a sad movie, or put us in a room with someone else who’s crying, and we’ll be crying along with them. And now because of these emotional revelations I’m so much more raw. There is just so much more to be emotional about. It’s quite a rollercoaster ride.

On the flip side, I’m often fighting back happy tears for every mom I see share a special moment with their child.

I need to keep some tissues in my handbag …