Funny Things Kids Say

Kids say the funniest of things sometimes.  Mine are a little less funny nowadays that they are older but occasionally they say something that just makes me have a quiet chuckle.

My 2 youngest Sons recently started calling me Mother – no more Mom or Mommy – unless they need something of course – then it is “Mommy, Can I….”

We were having a conversation in the car last week when we were going through the weeks schedule.  It is exam time at school so I asked my Sons what exams they had over the next few days.

Of course Son no 3 and 4 were ragging each other about one thing or the other as usual. Son no 3 was reciting what exams he had on the Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Monday.  He couldn’t remember what exam he had on the following Tuesday though.

So Son no 4 accuses him of not knowing anything and how can he not know what he was writing on Tuesday.

Son no 3 then says “Well Mother doesn’t know what’s for dinner tonight so I recon I am better than her”.

I just had to laugh.

More Blogger Awards

I recently received a few more blogger awards so really pleased with some of my fellow bloggers.  Here goes with the formalities….

Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award

I have been awarded another award by fellow blogger Menopausal Mother.  I am really grateful for this one as I have always liked this award.  It somehow says more than so many other awards – it has a sense of belonging.

So the rules of the award are as follows:

  • Include award logo in blog post (Done)
  • Thank the nominee and link back to their site (Done)
  • Post 7 interesting facts about yourself (See below)
  • Pass the award to 7 deserving sisters

7 Interesting facts about my life:  I always find this difficult as interesting to me is not necessarily interesting to you.  But here goes:

  1. I speak 2 languages – English and Afrikaans
  2. I am quiet and reserved (most of the time)
  3. I don’t drink alcohol (yeah – boring old me…)
  4. I don’t smoke and have never even tried
  5. I feel like I am 35
  6. I was named after an operetta by Gilbert & Sullivan
  7. I miss son no 2 so much sometimes I feel like I could just sit and cry

Deserving sisters: (more to follow)

  1. Blair from Blairadise – she has been through such a traumatic time recently and my heart goes out to her.
  2. Holli from Holli’s Hoots and Hollers who is always so supportive and always comments on my blog
  3. Nell from The Rambling Couch Potato – Another faithful blogger
  4. Kellie from Delightfully Ludicrous

One Lovely Blog Award

Mother of Nine kindly gave me the One Lovely Blog Award,  This is a woman I envy.  Coping with 9 children is not easy task.  She always keeps in contact and points me in various directions to help get my blog out there.

“The Rules” are:

If you are one of the nominees for the One Lovely Blog Award you must do the following:

  • Thank the person who nominated you and link to them in your post.  
  • Share seven unknown things about yourself. I’m going to cheat here and refer you to the list above 
  • Nominate other bloggers and blogs you like or admire… 15 or so if possible.  I am struggling to list 15 deserving bloggers.  I recently tried a blog hop hoping to find new blogs to read but there was not much interest.  So this will follow in time to come.
  • Contact the bloggers you nominate to let them know and to link them back to your post so they can read “The Rules,” too.

Menopausal Moments and 21st Birthdays

As parents we accept certain things. And one of them is that our children grow up and eventually leave home. 

Even though we accept this, it does not mean we like it.

Son no 2 has lived in Dubai for almost 2 years. I would be lying if I said I was totally happy with this. Has he made the right decision to start his career there – YES. Is he better of there – YES. Does he have better prospects there – YES. Is he safe there – YES.  So why a I not happy? Because I still think of him as my baby and I want to be near him and protect him and share certain memories with him.
It is his 21st birthday today. I really wanted to be there with him. I looked at the possibility of us all going to Dubai for the weekend to celebrate this milestone in his life with him. But as son no 3 is writing exams, we couldn’t make this happen.  
I brought up the possibility of me going alone. Hubby said I should go – he said I could go with pleasure, but he wouldn’t be impressed with it. So I thought it through – what would I do there alone? My son would feel obliged to spend the time with me rather than celebrating with his friends – and no young man wants his dear mommy around during these sorts of occasions. 
 It is different if we were there as a family – he wouldn’t feel obliged to spend all the time with me and keep me entertained. Then there is also hubby who would not have been impressed if I went alone. So is it worth rocking the boat?
So for the last week I have been on edge. Moody. Irritated. Annoyed.
And then yesterday we tried to talk to my son via Skype but we couldn’t hold a conversation due to a bad ADSL line. In fact I haven’t had a decent conversation with my son for weeks because of our poor ADSL line. And all of this culminated to me breaking down and just sobbing my heart out.
I am not really an emotional person. I don’t typically cry. I have the odd moody moments but these are also few and far between.  A little more regular since menopause has set in but in general I am a very sane, level headed person.
Hubby does not do well with emotional people. He has no idea what to do.  Rather than holding me and comforting me and just letting me cry it out, he tells me to pull myself together and tells me I am being silly.
So I try to pull myself together.  It doesn’t help emotionally as all I want to do is sob my heart out, except now I am doing it internally rather than letting it all out.
Then last night I am lying in bed while hubby is fast asleep.  And all I can think of was the eve of my first sons 21st birthday.  We had been out for diner.  Hubby had gone to bed and kids were getting into their pajamas.  I was tidying  up the lounge when I looked up and saw a man in a balaclava pointing a gun at me.  We were held hostage by 6 armed men that night while they went through our house and took all our valuables.
So I have found 21st birthdays to be rather a let down.  

I want to Read Your Blog: Blog Hop

I would like to read some fresh new blogs.   I don’t have the time to browse around so I thought it may be a good idea to do a Blog Hop and let you all submit your blogs and I will pop over and have a look.

No rules – just add your blog…..  While you are here – why don’t you click on some of the links yourself and you may find some new and interesting blogs to read as well.

Happy reading!

Paradise Found

I have just spent 4 days in Mozambique.  My brother is building a holiday home there and needed to check up on the building process so he offered to take me with.

It took us about 9 hours to get there by car.  Most of the journey was very pleasant but we traveled through a lot of small villages and encountered a large number of goats and cows in the road which we had to be careful of hitting.  We eventually got to the South African border post near Kozi Bay. My brother had to file the relevant papers for the car so I went to get our passports stamped.  Then it was a 10m walk to the Mozambique immigration counter.  Both operated from small container units and we were the only ones there so it was quick and easy.

This was the last time we saw a tarred road.  My brother had warned me that you needed a 4×4 vehicle and he wasn’t kidding.  The town we were going to was about 18km from the border – Ponta Malongane.  It took us about 40 minutes to get there – not quick on a sand track – single lane only.  So you have to watch out for oncoming traffic (not that there is much) as one of you then has to back up until you reach an impasse where one of you pulls over while the other one passes.

We eventually reached what I can only describe as a cross roads – the one and only – straight on to the estate he was building in (at Ponta Malongane), right to Ponta Do Ouro or left to Ponta Mamoli.

We drove straight over the cross roads into the estate.  It was absolutely beautiful.  Still no tarred roads but it felt slightly more civilized than what we had just come through.  We got to the house we were staying in – another holiday home belonging to a friend of my brothers.  I stepped inside and was just blown away by the scenery – here are some pictures taken from the patio – it was late afternoon so the sun was behind us.

I then got the tour of the house – it was very comfortable indeed.

Room I was staying in
My bed

My bathroom



Entrance Hall

Entrance Hall

Dining Area

And the best of all was that this is what I would be waking up to in the morning – picture taken sitting on my bed:

We took a quick walk to the building site (his future holiday house) – not much to show at this point so I wont show you the rest of the building site:

That night we went to Ponta Do Ouro which is about 8km away and had dinner at the local fishmonger restaurant – it was dark when we got there but I took this picture the following day

 The following day my bother took me for a drive and showed me all the sights:

Drive down the main road ( the only road)

The bank (the only bank)

One of the tented units in an upmarket dive camp

A curio shop – there were loads of them and they all sold the same thing – this is also what most of the shops looked like
Local grocery store – there was a big one near the fishmonger restaurant but that burnt down about 18 months ago 
Bakery – the one and only – they sell a bread called Pao which is like a large bread roll

another picture of the main road 

local restaurant – we had dinner there one night – you sit on the benches outside

My brother also took me to one of the bars – apparently a famous bar called the R&R – well know for a drink called the R&R or Rum and Raspberry – they keep beer mugs filled with ice in the freezer and you are given one.  They then half fill it with rum and then fill it to the top with sparberry sparletta.  I managed to drink about half a mug full but as I am not a big drinker – I was already beginning to feel light headed so pushed it aside.

R&R Bar

R&R Drink

We took a drive to Ponta Momoli on the last day – not much there except for a very high end resort called the White Pearl.  It was absolutely beautiful.  They typically do not allow day visitors but we managed to pull a favor and they let us spend the afternoon at the pool.

 As you can see the views are absolutely breathtaking.

Food supplies are limited – there is nowhere to buy any fresh fruit and vegetables although you can find the odd shop that sells a few potatoes or onions and if you are very lucky, a tomato.   Restaurants typically serve chicken or prawns and you are lucky to have anything more than this on the menu.

All in all – I had an amazing time.  We spent a huge amount of time just driving around and seeing the sites.  The whole region caters for dive camps and is all very rustic and minimalist.   There is little or no crime, no buses or taxis, no shopping centres, no hotels (although there was a motel which I probably wouldn’t be caught dead in).   The local shops like to be paid in Rands (South African currency) as the closest shopping centre to buy any decent supplies from is over the border in South Africa.

I was all just breathtaking – I managed to wind down and the only thing that could have made it better was another few days there.

Carla’s Story

As promised, I would like to introduce Carla Tomson.  I met her briefly last year when she was in South Africa with her husband Shaun.  He was speaking at a conference entitled “The Light Shines Ahead” to introduce his new book.  

Carla spoke at one of the schools in the area and I listened intently to her story.  It is  a story of love and tragedy.  Please take the time to read it and feel free to leave a comment for Carla at the end.

Lanthie asked me to write a guest post on her blog. For those of you who don’t know who I am, my name is Carla Tomson, and I will share some of my journey with you. I feel like I have lived a few different lives here on earth.

I was born in Johannesburg and moved to London with my family as a baby. My mother is South African (Austrian decent), a beautiful woman, and my Dad was from Liverpool and was my hero. My early memories of London are spotted, and were not terribly unusual. We lived in a double story Tudor style house, and there was a squirrel that lived in the oak tree at the bottom of our garden, where my older sister, Janette and I used to play. I went to a Catholic school where I was completely enchanted with the nuns and their rosary beads. On Sundays I was allowed to walk to the shop with Janette to choose a chocolate covered orange biscuit to eat at teatime, and I can still remember what the wrapper looks like.  Janette and I shared a bedroom, and my Dad would tell us bedtime stories which he made-up and we always wanted more.  I adored my big sister, Janette, who often gave in to me and had the sweeter nature of the two of us. We had a bond that sisters share, a closeness, keeping each others secrets like only sisters do. My little sister, Lee, was just a baby in those days and younger than us, and always remained the baby of the family. My other memories, although slightly fuzzy, are all very normal early childhood memories. That was lifetimes ago.

When I moved to Durban, (South Africa) with my parents and two sisters, it was then that I actually met my husband Shaun, as our family stayed with his family for a couple of weeks until we found a place to live. My husband’s mother, and my mother were friends before they were married, and although we were never childhood sweethearts we have the advantage of having a common culture and background.

I think back to my childhood, and I consider we were fortunate to have grown up in South Africa. Ours was the last nation to grow up without television. We were a generation that grew up listening to the radio, and it forced us to play creatively. I was imaginative and artistic growing up and was really quite indulged looking back. I participated in extra mural activities – dancing, piano, and modeling lessons, and my sisters and I were always dressed in the latest fashions. I rode horses competitively, and have always been an animal lover. Life was so carefree and easy for me in those days. I navigated my way through my teenage years with relative ease. I did test my parents like all teens, but there were never any serious issues only the typical family arguments. There were disputes over boys, curfew times, and my choices of boyfriends, clothing and hairstyles. I finished school and after doing a gap year enrolled to become a fashion designer.

I did 3 years at the Durban Technical College and went on to do a post grad at St Martins School of Art in London. I’ve always been passionate about my work and love what I do. After a couple of years of working in London I returned to South Africa, and embarked on what has been a successful career for me.

While working for a large apparel manufacturer, I was invited to exhibit my designs at a Designer Show as an independent designer. I was still in my twenties and had a casual boyfriend at the time. During the intermission of the show I bumped into Shaun Tomson. We hadn’t seen each other for a few years and I really didn’t know him all that well. He had subsequently achieved enormous success with his surfing, becoming a world champion, and was on the professional surfing tour. He was in Durban for the Gunston 500 competition and was out on the town. We chatted for a few minutes and the next day he called to ask me out. I told him I was busy for a week. He tells the story of how he had never been turned down before, but really I had to do some juggling as I did have a boyfriend. I found out later that he had a girlfriend in the States (Tracy Austin the famous tennis player), that he told me he would turn down to simmer when he travelled – luckily for me! Truthfully, I didn’t know how much we would have in common. We certainly didn’t mix in the same circles, and surfers were not my usual type.

OMG he was incredibly handsome – I knew that – and we had family history – but I really didn’t know what he was like as a person and he had a reputation as being a player, which is not something that appealed to me. To my surprise when we did go out I was totally smitten. Shaun was not only handsome with the perfect physique (which I guess is a hazard of the job being a pro surfer), but he was also charming, witty and bright. He has a great sense of humor, gentleness, beautiful manners (which a girl always loves), and we had a common interest in the apparel business, as he had founded Instinct Sportswear. Before long a love affair began.

Shaun was still competing on the world tour and I was working, we dated long distance until we married nearly a year and half later. He was not my first love, but my true love. It was a fairytale.

Marrying the Surf King did not necessarily make me the Queen! Being wed to a sport celebrity came with its challenges, especially in our early years together. There were many women that came out from the woodwork wherever we went, and countless times when I’ve been pushed aside while Shaun is photographed with his arms around a pretty girl. Many private meals interrupted and stories I listen to patiently with grace and dignity from adoring fans and a past that a wife doesn’t always want to hear about.

On September 25th, 1990, our son, Mathew, entered this world. To me having a baby is a miracle of Love and Life. My world was complete. We were a family of three and Mathew grew from a baby to a toddler and nothing was more important to me than my beautiful boy. He was the light of my life and my love for him so pure. He was my gift from God.

Shaun and I started an apparel business together, and we were working under tremendous pressure. The violence in South Africa was escalating and our business grew at a rapid rate, but we were factoring our debt at 23% and it had become increasingly difficult to make money. A series of events led us to come the decision that it was time to reassess our lives. This was 1995 and Mathew was turning five and would be starting Kindergarten. We chose to emigrate to the United States. We moved to Santa Barbara, which is one of the most beautiful places in the world, although South Africa will always be in my blood.

Shaun and I founded another apparel company, called Solitude.  Over the next seven years our business grew and we worked incredibly hard, and built the brand and sold our merchandise to the best stores in the United States.

Over the next seven years our business grew and we worked incredibly hard, and built the brand and sold our merchandise to the best stores in the United States.

In 2005 we sold our apparel company to Oxford, a publicly traded billion-dollar company on the NY stock exchange. They kept Shaun and I on a 3-year employment contract. During those past several years I had wanted to spend more time at home with Mathew who was left alone way too much. I had no longer wanted to work those long days.

Mathew had grown into an exceptionally handsome teenager, with beautiful big blue eyes with long lashes. He had fair hair that he wore long and had a unique sense of style. He was creative and sensitive but at the same time was an adventurer. He was what is called an old soul. He touched the hearts of people he met and brought joy to their lives with the big smile on his sweet face. He had a happy disposition and a contagious laugh, and was always the champion of the underdog. He was a typical boy and wickedly funny. As his mother, he was the best part of me. He was now in 10th grade in high school and his grades were suffering. He was in a big school with big classes and he was falling through the cracks. He needed me and I wanted desperately to spend more time with him. He was young and innocent for his age, and it was time to evaluate my priorities.

We decided to have Mathew attend Shaun’s old school, Clifton College in Durban and I would live there with him until he could get his grades up. Oxford agreed to let me work remotely from South Africa and we said goodbye to Shaun for the time being.

In the States, kids don’t wear uniforms or have to have haircuts. There are very few rules or regulations. I dropped Mathew at school everyday at 7:30 a.m. in the morning in his new school uniform, with his short back and sides where he soon adjusted to the structured environment, and thrived at his new school with the small classes. I would go to work until I picked him up at 2:30 p.m. in the afternoon when my whole attention was devoted to him.

He was selected for the water polo team and excelled at academics, art and drama. He made friends fast and his handsome looks, easy charm and great sense of humor made him popular with girls and boys, children and adults alike. At the end of his semester he achieved all A’s and a C for Math. We knew we had made the right decision – he was excelling at school and were so proud of him.

His passion was Downhill Mountain biking and on weekends I would take him up to Pietermaritzburg to train and compete. He met Greg Minnaar, the world champion Mountain Biker, who invited him to train at his house and gave him his gloves, which thrilled Mathew.

Rugby isn’t a sport that is played where we live, but Mathew was fantastically enthusiastic about this new sport when he arrived in Durban and trained hard and was picked for the under 16-rugby team and was going to play against a visiting Australian school.

We had so much fun together. We had a special connection. Our relationship was close like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle with the pieces just clicking into place. I was the best mother I knew how to be. I thought I knew everything about my beautiful boy.

There are days when I still ask myself what happened and what went wrong? How could I not see it coming? How could I not be aware of signs of unusual behavior? Monday 24th April 2006 started like every other day. I kissed Mathew as he left for school and concentrated on my work for the morning. Mathew never used to say Goodbye. He would always say in his American accent, “See ya later”. I pulled up to the school to collect Mathew at 2:30 and was happy as always to see his cheerful face. He kissed me as he climbed in the car. He asked me excitedly, “Mom, did you see the perfect rainbow sitting on the ocean today?” We phoned each other constantly on our cell phones, and I worked out of a studio right above the school with essentially the same view that he had at school. I was crushed that I had missed seeing such a wondrous sight and asked him, “Baby why didn’t you phone me and tell me to look at it?” He looked at me, so happy and at peace and simply answered, “It doesn’t matter Mom, if you didn’t see it. The rainbow was so perfect – sitting right on top of the ocean, and when I looked at it I just knew I was in the right place.”

On this particular day we stopped at the studio where I worked, as I had a brief 3-way conference call scheduled with the NY office and Shaun, who was still in California. This was unusual and Mathew was anxious to get going. Shaun called in first and Mathew answered the phone. He had written an excellent essay for English in school that day. He was so proud of it and he wanted to read it for his Dad. The essay was titled “Becoming a Man”. Although Mathew’s real passion was Mountain Biking he loved to surf with Shaun, and the essay was about the spiritual experience of surfing.  I would like to share with you just the first paragraph of the essay.

“ Becoming a Man” by Mathew Tomson

Deep inside the barrel, completely in tune with my inner self, nothing else matters, the hard wind and spit shooting past me from behind, my hand dragging along the wall, the light shines ahead. My long hair carried by the wind. My feet are in perfect placement on the board. As I lean forward I feel myself speeding up getting faster and faster as the barrel starts to close. I crouch down until my legs burn and I then pull out to the whole line up cheering. My body tingles with joy and happiness.

The first game against the Australian Rugby team was the next day and we had agreed to host one or two of the boys from the visiting team and have them stay with us for a night. There had been a mix up with the times, and we were then scheduled for the following night instead. Mathew was terribly disappointed and we left to go home. We were living in an extremely secure townhouse in a lovely gated community in a very safe neighborhood. I left Mathew to do his homework while I popped out for 20 minutes. When I returned and opened the door I saw the unspeakable!

I was unable to save my beautiful 15-year-old boy. My life was destroyed in a heartbeat and the horrifying tragedy was something I never imagined could ever happen to me. After being unable to revive my child, I lay holding him in my arms for the last time. What happened from the time the paramedics came is a blur. Shaun flew out from the States and my sorrow and pain overcame everything. I had lost the best part of myself. For a while I lost my will to live. I then tormented myself looking for answers. I felt like I was going insane. My mind would play tricks on me and I would see Mathew everywhere. My heart wanted to believe that it was all a bad dream.

Finally, many months later I had to accept there are no answers. I know his death was an accident. I believe he was playing something called “the choking game”, and thought he could stand up at any time.

It was my faith, the outpouring of love of family and friends, and the love and support of my husband that helped me discover the capacity to be resilient, when faced with life’s greatest adversity and challenges. People say that many marriages don’t survive the loss of a child, which goes against the natural order of life. It does change a person and couple forever. It isn’t easy. Shaun is my rock. He held me up when I was falling down. We have just celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary last month and I love my husband more deeply now than when I met him. We are closer having been through the heartbreak and loss and having each other to lean on.

Shaun had his surfing and wanted to keep busy. He finished a book he was writing and made a movie, whereas I became introspective and reflective. I researched about the choking game and met with Mathew’s friends. I travelled to India and found meditation and studied some healing methods, which helped me to heal the hurt and deep sadness, and find some inner peace. I read many books, found comfort in music and found writing cathartic. I explored new areas of thought and travelled on a new spiritual path.

The support, compassionate gestures and acts of kindness from both close friends and strangers were a powerful part of our healing and gave us the strength to find the daily courage to face a new life that did not include our son but still had much to offer. The nurturing and encouragement from a remarkable community where we live made Shaun and I realize how we are loved.

We began the slow process of healing from the depths of darkness from the pain of the past, to acceptance and the path of love. Although we have been healing together a big realization is that men and women heal differently and it’s very important to respect each other’s healing process. Since Mathew’s death I’ve had several messages from him that have brought me comfort, which I keep a journal of. I believe that life is eternal and that his spirit will forever be with me, and his light will always shine. I will share the first and simplest message that came through somebody else.

I had been admitted to hospital and Shaun and my mother were in the room sitting by my bedside with me when a close friend came to visit that had just seen a Swami who communicates with the dead. He stood in front of the window on what was a clear night, and said, “I have a message for you from Mathew. He made a mistake. He wants you to know he’s so sorry. What he did was an accident.” As he spoke, there was a bolt of lightning that hit the hospital window, followed by a loud clap of thunder from a completely cloudless sky! There was no more lightening or thunder for the rest of that evening!

This was the start of what would be many connections to the afterlife for me. This demonstrated that God has a purpose for our lives on earth, but life doesn’t end here. There is something much bigger.

Since Mathew’s death I have learnt so much.
I know the greatest gift we can give our children is our time.
Plans may never be realized, as we don’t know what the future brings or what dreams may be broken.
Life is short and fragile. It’s important to focus on today and live in the moment.
Tell your children how much you love them. Kiss them. Hug them. Talk to them.
Tell your husband and people you love while they are still here, how you feel about them. Appreciate them.
Sometimes teenagers may think they’re invincible but we know they are not.
It’s important to create boundaries for our children.
When our children talk to us, we don’t always listen because they don’t always talk to us, as we want them to. Perhaps listening differently would provide us with more understanding.
Our children often teach us more than we teach them.
If children can’t talk to their parents, it’s critical that they have someone they feel they can talk to. A teacher. A counselor. A friend. A relative.
Stop and make more time for yourself and hopefully this peace and serenity will improve your life and make for a better, happier parent or person.

There are so many dangers teens and tweens face. Many teens/tweens are endangering their lives with risky behavior – there is peer pressure, binge drinking, eating fads (cinnamon challenges), car-surfing, huffing, bullying, drugs both recreational and prescription, eating disorders and games children play (the choking game), that may have fatal consequences or cause permanent brain damage!

As parents we are not always aware of what our children are doing. It’s our responsibility to guide and educate them of the threats, and to monitor them in this ever-complex world.

The Internet provides a wonderful world of learning and unlimited knowledge but at the same time kids are exposed to risk and danger. It’s important to be aware of what they are doing on the Internet and to keep them safe online. We can’t police our children but we can guide them.

I know a bad choice can affect the rest of our lives and those we love.
I have learnt to never underestimate the power of prayer.

Just over three years ago when we landed in LA after returning from South Africa, I received a phone call that changed our lives forever! The night before, just before midnight, a baby was born – were we interested in adopting? This baby boy was due on Mathew’s birthday (25th September). I knew immediately this was a sign from God. He was born a month premature on 24th August, and the birth mother was unable to keep him. The name she was going to call him was Mathew! I believe this was another clear sign. I knew this baby had chosen us!

In an open adoption in the United States the birth mother gets to choose the adoptive parents and as we were not contactable she had already been given over 12 other profiles of prospective families to look at. We quickly submitted our profile and after reading it she requested a photograph of Mathew. She made her decision before she could even see the photo of Mathew and had chosen us … or should I say, our baby had chosen us! Our prayers had been answered! Miracles happen to those who believe in them, and I believe in miracles! I never questioned for a minute that this was my baby just as if I had given birth to him.

We drove to the hospital nervous and deliriously happy at the same time, and went straight to the nursery to hold our precious baby boy. Nothing puts me more in touch with my humanness than being a mother. I held our little bundle of joy close to my heart and the tears were flowing down my face and my soul was filled with love. Our hearts were beating as one.

We went and met the beautiful woman who gave us this amazing gift of life. We walked in the room and she was lying in bed like an angel and the energy was magical. We held each other and cried. We spoke softly for a while, and she asked about our baby. She asked what we wanted to name him because she wanted for our name to go directly on the birth certificate, which isn’t usual for an adoption, and wanted to know if he was beautiful, as she hadn’t seen him. (He had been a C-Section birth).

As we left Shaun immediately commented on how much she looked like me. She could have been my sister! I had made the same observation. The resemblance was uncanny. This was a third sign, which proved to me that this was a divine intervention and our baby had been sent to us from a higher power!

On the drive home the name Luke came to me and instantly felt perfect to Shaun too. I wanted to check the meaning of the name before putting it on the birth certificate. Mathew’s name meant, “Gift from God.”

Luke means, “Healer – Light, or Bringer of Light”
Our baby boy is our bringer of light.
There is a truth to the fact that love is a powerful healer.
As Mathew said in his essay – The light shines Ahead.

Our prayers have been answered. Life is sweet.

I would like to thank Carla for telling her story on my blog and am truly honored to have her as a guest.

Harley’s and other things to drool over

It has been a challenging 10 days or so. Firstly due to our ADSL line being disconnected. This saw us struggling with 3G for a few days. The good news is that they have reconnected my ADSL – but it is so slow it is not even worth having. Trying to download a 400MB file takes about 22 hours. We have requested other service providers to test their WIMAX solutions in our area and I now await their feedback. If we are able to pick up their signal here, we will see a huge improvement in our speeds – more than double what we had before. So holding thumbs.  

I did another event on Saturday night. It was a charity function to raise money for under-privileged schools. My role was to see that it all happened – overall event liaison on site. A good friend helped me and besides one problematic supplier with a major attitude problem, the event was very successful and we had a ball – there was an amazing vibe between the suppliers and we all just worked so well as a team (Except for the one supplier of course). It was a plated dinner for 1000 guests so it was quite a big event. The theme of the event was Back to School – dress code was school uniforms. I was amazed to see 1000 guests all arrive in school uniforms – I would never have imagined middle aged people dressing this way. The décor was 60’s themed –“kitch” is probably the right term here. 
We had some Cadillac’s and some Harley’s on display – This made my day as I have a secret passion for Harley’s. I didn’t get to ride one as I was working but I spent hours drooling all over one. The Harley guys said they would take me out for a ride one Sunday. I can’t wait.  
Also had some pinball machines on display – this was a huge hit with the crew as they spent every free minute playing. 
Got home at about 4am on Sunday morning after the event – last guest left at about 2am and then we had to do the get-out during the night. The event actually took place in a Toyota car showroom – they removed all the vehicles and we took the venue over for 3 days. The showroom had to be returned by 12 noon yesterday – same condition as we found it. 
I spent yesterday on the couch relaxing and sleeping on and off all day. My body is definitely not used to working these hours. 
Today was back to my desk. I have loads of work to catch up on as my attention has been on the event. I am also going away next week with my brother to Mozambique – he is building a holiday home there. It will be nice to spend some time with my him – we see each other often but don’t ever get to just sit and talk – we always spend the time talking about work.  
Some exciting news – I have asked Carla Tomson, wife of the surfing legend Shaun Tomson to do a guest post for me. She has very kindly obliged and has sent me the post. I haven’t had a chance to read it yet but I will get to it in the next few days – so look out for this.
I also have some blog awards to accept and loads of comments to reply to – not being rude fellow bloggers – just swamped!