Through the eyes of a child

Wow. I haven’t blogged in years. I think about it often. Often conjuring up wonderful topics with witty funny anecdotes but I never put it on my blog. Why? Surely the first answer is TIME. Or lack of it – or maybe that should read time management. I guess time is a legit excuse. As I get older and our kids become more “time consuming” I have tried to prioritise my projects. Whether it be family time, school time, me time, friend time or gym time, I have come to the realisation that in today’s rat race time is a precious commodity. Something we will never have enough of. Something we wish away so often. Something we can’t wrap as a gift. Something we can never stop. Something we steal so often. And most importantly, something we do not own to begin with…

Friday 06h20. The harp alarm on my iPhone softly strings on volume 4 next to my bed. I snooze it. 10 minutes. Miraculously I fall asleep again. 06h30. I “slide to cancel” and get up. We have half an hour before we leave to school. I wake my youngest with a “morning my girl, you have to get up and get dressed otherwise we’ll be late, we’ve half an hour. Would you like Bfast?”. I go next door and wake my son “morning angel, come it’s 6h30 we don’t have time to waste this morning. All bran or Pronutro?”. They get dressed in record time – we are blessed, I realise that! Downstairs at 6h39, both of them shoes and socks in hand – they are creatures of habit. Still half asleep they shove over crowded spoons full of cereal in their mouths. I make cappuccino and organise school bags. Pack lunch boxes (which I make the night before to gain an extra 7 minutes) and fill water bottles. Then I start rushing them. Eat up, socks and shoes, brush your teeth, fetch a hair brush. Back up for hair fasteners. Teeth check. Water-comb my boys’ hair, sometimes wiping his toothpaste stained mouth with the kitchen cloth. Library books check, soccer kit check, show and tell … dam it! Take this pepper grinder, look it’s got Himalayan rock salt, tell the kids (they’re 5 for goodness sake!) dad got it when he went to the Himalayas and it’s magic! Show and tell check 🙂 R8 for baking check, Echinae force drops, Multi vitamins check. Right! With 2 “I love yous” and have funs I guide them out the door to their awaiting lift. It’s 7am and I need to sit and have a well deserved break with a luke warm cappuccino…

I am sure you’re not as interested in my day-to-day activities as I might well believe anyone would be so I won’t continue at 12h30: first pick up at school starts. At 18h30 we at last return home from cricket…

I will cut to the chase and make my point: Our children are born into a world where time will never stand still. And time used to stand still. Hardly 30 years ago. I remember because I was there. And my time often stood still.

Witbank 1985. I was in Gr2 and 7 years old. It’s 13h15 and I’m waiting for Mom at the school gate under the tree with the glue on its bark. It has big old roots where we tunnel and make roads for our tree town. I eat the glue. Only the really hard bits not the soft runny clumps. The hard bits sometimes glue my upper and lower teeth together so severely that when I eventually undo them I have to check if I didn’t loose a tooth. But I never stop doing that. There’s glue all over my uniform, mom will get upset with me again. Every day she tells me to stop getting the glue on my uniform. But I don’t listen. I’m a kid. I’m hungry, my lunch box empty by first break already. My knees are stained from crawling around in the sand, my school shoes hopelessly scuffed. But I am happy. Having so much fun digging and tunneling. And of course eating the glue! Boomgom I called it. Stuffing some clumps into my pocket just before Mom arrives. I’ve been playing for about 7 minutes but it felt like hours. My time stood still.

LIfe was so much slower. I can’t remember ever really rushing. I guess living 3 blocks from school and living in an era where children walked or cycled to school from the age of 6 made a difference. The only form of advanced communication being a Telkom landline. Or a hand written letter. We all lived within a few hundred meters from each other. The only rush being the lunchtime sandwich shoved into our mouths in 3 bites to get out the house! On the bikes, down 2 roads and into the veld. Tying long grass together in the pathways for innocent passers to trip over 🙂 Climbing trees and endless tunneling under roots, in hardened building sand, shooting clap guns, scraping R2 together for a cream doughnut and some gum. Not in the least aware of that thing called time. All we had was time. And life was good. Uncomplicated. Or so it seemed for a 7 year old girl with only boy friends digging, climbing, boxing, shooting, cycling, falling, creating, planning. How wonderful life was!

I realise now that we are the creators of our own worst fears. We are the masters of our destiny. My life has made a full 360. I am the pupil and I learn from the masters, my children. They teach me invaluable life lessons every day. Laugh more, rush less. Dance more, plan less. Do less, do more. Plant, paint, dig, roll, eat, wrestle, draw. 

To you my children, I will forever be in debt. Thank you for teaching me what I do not know. For the mistakes I make are mere lessons which I did not learn as a child. I am a master in the making and one day when you are a pupil again I hope that I can teach you as much as you taught me. I love you more. Image



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