• The day I fell out of a moving vehicle

    So it’s my birthday in a few days time and instead of planning birthday celebrations, I find myself catching a whole bunch of feelings. I mean, guys, life is a gift! The very fact that we are still alive means that there is purpose and value and untapped potential in us, just waiting to be… well… tapped into! There are probably 100’s of reasons why I shouldn’t be alive today, but I’m still here, and that’s got to mean something. Allow me to elaborate…

    The day I fell out of a moving vehicle.
    My uncle was a backyard mechanic, with stained overalls and oily hands and car parts everywhere… He was a hero in our eyes. He told the best ghost stories and made everything seem more exciting somehow. He would often take my cousins and I (all in primary school and younger) with him when he went to test drive the cars that he would fix for clients and friends.

    One particular day, a boisterous bunch of cousins piled into a rather ancient vehicle, to “help” my uncle test drive it. It was school holidays and we had slept over at my grandma’s place, but we were bored. So even though he was only going for a short, slow drive around the block, we were excited to be doing something with him. We jumped into the old “skadonkie”, with 7 year old me claiming my place on the back seat behind the driver’s seat, and took off on our adventurous drive around the block. Everyone was chatting away and telling “knock knock” jokes or something – I can’t really remember because I was in my own imaginary Enid Blyton fueled world (as usual) – when a couple of minutes later, I found myself rolling in the street.

    Rolling… my head in sync with a passing vehicle’s wheel. I remember watching its hub caps rotate as I spin next to it. I eventually rolled down a grassy embankment, totally dazed, not realizing what had just happened. As I got up to try to make my way back to the road, I noticed that my shoe had slipped further down the small hill. I rationalised that I simply could not leave my shoe behind! So I made my way further down the hill to get my shoe, before I hiked back up, trying to get back to the road.

    Funny enough, the car was still in sight (he was driving that slow) but my dear uncle had still not realized that quiet Luchae was missing. You see, the door of the vehicle had been faulty and had not closed properly. It seems, as I leaned against, it quickly snapped open, creating a gap big enough for tiny me to slip through, and then slammed shut again. So there I was, limping along the side of road, watching the beat up “skadonkie” indicate as it was about to turn a corner and disappear into oblivion. All I could think was “must I really walk home alone?” I wasn’t allowed to roam around alone. What would my mom say? I eventually burst out crying, limping my way in the direction of home, with a shoe in my hand.

    The “skadonkie” then came to a halt, as my uncle and cousins realized that I was gone, and I watched it make a u-turn, relief washing over me. A trip to the doctor and an injection later and I was a legend. By the grace of God there were no broken bones and no concussion! Besides for not having any injuries, the mere fact that another car did not flatten me, is a miracle in itself!

    Needless to say, I pretty much made it into one of the top 10 family stories repeated at family functions. Which is not always a good thing.

    Have you survived an accident, or event, in your childhood that is best described as a miracle? Please do share 🙂 

  • #ungratefulnessmustfall

    #ungratefulnessCan we all just take a chill pill? Well, atleast, just for a couple of seconds while  I try to fix my hair. I don’t know it just seems as if everyone’s so on edge lately; standing on guard, fists up, ready to retaliate if someone so much as sneezes in their direction. #feesmustfall? More like #ungratefulnessmustfall.

  • Preparing your son for his future wife

    Preparing your son for his future wife Have you ever considered the fact that you need to be preparing your son for his future wife? Well, firstly, brain explosion: I’m going to be someone’s mom-in-law one day! Shame Hahaha. But no really, I think I’d be a sterling MIL. Let’s be positive about this thing. Give love a chance! Make the world a better place! Anyways, last week I was chatting about how grown my kid is and the fact that he wants to get married at a young age. I mean, this could still change, but for now he is planning to be a chef, build an empire and find a wife, all while in his early twenties. Oh and they will live in France. So this got me thinking that hey, I need to learn some french! And, more importantly, I need to start preparing myself for a future wedding!

    I’ve been told that, as a mom of a boy, it’s your duty to keep your future DIL in mind, while raising your son. There are basic principles that you should be instilling in them to prep them for life as a dad and husband… and just a decent human being, over all, I’d think. Some of it are no brainers… well, all of them are no brainers, in my opinion… but sometimes these “no brain needed” principles still require intentional demonstration from us, as parents, in order for our kids to catch it. Stuff like:

    Teaching him to clean up after himself
    Yes, ladies, mold them while they’re still young and unmarried. Do you give your sons chores to do, around your home? I guess guys become expert “taking out the trash” people, but I’m talking hardcore house work. Things like sweeping and mopping floors, hanging up the washing and making beds.

    Make sure he doesn’t expect to be served on, like a king
    Let’s keep it real moms-of-boys, we sometimes tend to spoil our little princes. I try to make the boys aware that they have just as much responsibility as my daughter will have, one day. Want some tea? You’re welcome to make it yourself, oh and while you’re at it, find out if anyone else would like some too. When I do serve on them, I make sure that they show gratitude. ‘Please’ and ‘Thank you’ goes a long way!

    Showing him how to be considerate towards others
    Teaching your son how to be considerate and emotionally aware at a young age will not only help him to not be a stinky person, but I’m sure the women that he comes in contact with will appreciate it too. My prayer is that our boys will treat women with respect and consideration. I do not encourage the bullying or teasing of others. It’s not okay to make someone else feel bad about themselves! Train him up to be a gentleman by teaching him how to show consideration and care towards anyone that crosses his path.

    Teaching him how to be dedicated to the relationships in his life
    I’ve said this before: I will NOT encourage my son to be a “player” or to bring multiple girlfriends home. I WILL out you! We’ve had the ‘dating’ talk and I explained that being in a relationship is a serious business and if he wants to have a girlfriend, he must be doubley sure about it. No, they aren’t getting married. He’s a teenager for crying outloud. But I will not have him prancing around, breaking the hearts of other peoples daughters, simply because he wants to feel like “the man”.

    Show him what a happy marriage looks like
    This is one of the no brainers that we were talking about. Your marriage is a blueprint – an example – to your children. And yes, some of us are single or divorced moms. That’s okay. But you still have the responsibility of watching what you say around your children. If you are breaking down the covenant of marriage or disrespecting the marriages of others, your children will pick it up. Worse still: they will consider it NORMAL to not view marriage in a serious light.

    Make sure he knows the principles of working hard for what you want
    Be honest, ladies, a passionate, ambitious man, who honors his agreements and has integrity, is so attractive! Where does it all begin? Well, at home, of course! I’ve considered having my boy take on a part time job, during the school holidays, because I want him to learn the principles of working for what you want and being dedicated to a commitment.

    Then there’s the thought: What type of MIL will I be? Have you ever thought about the fact that your future involves you being someone else’s MIL? Are there ways to prepare yourself for it? I guess your preparation for it occurs throughout your child’s dating season. Just like how it prepares them for marriage, it will probably prepare you for the change too. So I guess that’s all the prep we get, moms!

    Here’s another shocking revelation: Since our boys each have a mom AND a step mom, this means that their wives will have to deal with TWO MIL’s! Hahahah bless their hearts!

    But on the real: Isn’t it amazing how our lives are always changing, causing us to permanently be on that growth trip? Just when you think that you’ve done it all, something new pops up and you find yourself a scholar of life, once again.

  • 10 perks of having kids at a young age

    perks of having kids at a young ageAs I’ve shared before, I’m a teen pregnancy statistic. I gave birth to my boy when I was 19 years old and with it came the sudden progression from young girl to young mother. In fact, I still consider myself a “young mother” even though I’ve been at it for almost 15 years. While being a teen mom is not an ideal situation to be in, I can honestly say that I am now reaping the benefits of having kids early! (Disclaimer: Don’t try this at home! Or, at least, don’t try this without a spouse and financial and mental stability. At least.)

  • Mom vs Dad: Who works harder?

    Mom vs Dad: Who works harder?Mom vs Dad: Who works harder? Okay, so, I know that it’s a pretty general question. I’m sure that there are a bunch of different responses that can come from it, since each person’s situation is unique. And the truth is I wouldn’t even be thinking these thoughts if I hadn’t just had the day that I’ve…uhh… just had. 

  • Marriage, weddings and saying yes to the dress

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    Wedding photos taken by Donna vd Watt Photography

    As I’ve mentioned before, a bunch of our friends (who happened to be part of our bridal party when we got married) have said yes to the dress and are also getting married now! I’d like to think that it was our inloveness that rubbed off on them. (Shameless credit hogging)

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    As friendship would have it, Chris and I have both been asked to be bridesmaid/groomsmen in these weddings, so it’s kinda taking me back into “wedding freak out” mode. In a good way. I love the excitement of weddings and the thought that 2 people are about to enter into a beautiful covenant together! Part of my wedding speech, to Chris, was that although I am sister, daughter, friend to many, I am wife to only ONE! Marriage is such a beautiful thing. Good job God, good job.

    Anyways, so today I went with Risa to fit on her wedding dress and lo and behold what do I spot in the dressmakers shop? My wedding dress! AACK! I had it “made to hire” because really, what must I do with a Moldiv_1455626915211wedding dress after the wedding? Just seeing it hang there brought back sooo much memories and emotions.

    The pic doesn’t do the color justice. I had purposefully chosen a champagne/goldy dress because (besides for steering away from the conventional white) I wanted something that represented where Chris and I were at in our lives. I mean, it’s no secret that we had a kid each, going into this marriage. And for me, although God has restored like only He can, wearing all white simply did not symbolise exactly what He has done in my life. He took a dream that seemed to be broken and impossible and turned it into pure gold! This dress, in many ways, was me shedding the old and putting on new robes. It is a testament to how God is able to turn ashes into beauty.

    And besides for all that spiritual stuff, I think that amidst all the wedding planning and preps, choosing your wedding dress and fitting it on for the very first time kinda gives you the best kind of “this is actually happening!” feeling. I obviously cried when I fit my dress on the first time (obviously) and I remember feeling like a princess in it.

    Sigh

    Don’t mind me, I’m just going to sit here and wallow in some nostalgia….

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    What is your wedding dress story, friends?

     

  • You don’t have to be Superman to be super, maaan!

    JoyceSo I left work at 12pm today because my head has been a-throbbing non stop lately. It was bearable until I woke up this morning and felt as if someone had roundhouse kicked me in the face while I was sleeping. Hubstopher kindly and politely picked me up from work, brought me home and…well, left me at home, much to my dismay. There are 101 things that I could be taking care of during this time!!! But he says that I need to “chill and stop trying to be Superman”.

  • Are you an angry mom

    What’s in your mouth

    I’ve been so aware of negative words for the past few months, that I found myself gravitating away from sources who only spewed negative talk. It made me ask myself: “What’s in your mouth?” Actually, I think this is one of my favorite topics! I spoke about it a few times on this here blog, so no, you’re not living in the Matrix, it’s just me, repeating myself.

    Fortunately for me, my Hubstopher feels the same. He says that when people complain or moan then it makes him “tired”. (So descriptive). He has developed a way of giving me ‘the look’ that says UH OH MOANER UP AHEAD and I then have to find a way past the moaner, or, if we’re stuck in the middle of a moan-sesh, we cleverly maneuver the convo so as not to get caught slap dab in the middle of what is better known as gossip. We avoid it. We’re allergic.

    This made me so aware of stuff that people say… about each other, their work places, their churches, the people they are related to or hang out with, their leaders or bosses. Yoh but we are good at criticizing! And so very understanding when it comes to ourselves and our own situations. But others? Oh no sister, you don’t get off THAT easily!

    It really made me check my own heart. I mean, I’m not perfect. I do this stuff too. After listening to yet another person moan about something I sat there and thought to myself: What good is this doing? What GOOD comes from your critiquing and moaning? What GOOD comes from your gossip disguised as good intentions? What GOOD comes from it if I sit and nitpick other people’s actions or decisions? And if I’m not doing it, is it not the same thing when I allow another person to do it while speaking to me?

    Do you know the difference between being wise enough to say NOTHING and being bold enough to say SOMETHING?

    Ah another week, another opportunity to grow.
    Happy Monday!

     

  • Okay 2016… now what?

    IMG_20160105_121139[1]I’m in a weird space lately. I mean, I love new beginnings. I love the beginning of a new week or a new month and I’ve always loved the start of a new year. Why? Because these “beginnings” symbolise a freshness… a new start… another opportunity to make the best out of what you have and a challenge to aim higher and dig deeper. But the beginning of 2016 held no such joy for me.

  • I ate too much

    How to get rid of that “I ate too much” feeling

    Let’s be honest, when it comes to December, the last thing you’re thinking is “Ooh I really can’t wait to stick to my diet!” In fact, most days I feel like I ate too much. And it’s a crying shame!

    I totally hate the discomfort one feels after indulging in the rich foods that this time of the year brings around. In my heart of hearts I know that prevention is the best solution. Instead of “I ate too much”, I could rather eat until I’m full. But we are not living in a perfect world, are we, Susan? So here are a few practical tips on how to beat the indigestion blues:

    1. Time 
    Waiting for the feeling to pass (and your food to digest) is pretty much the most effective solution. While waiting, try to resist the urge to lie down (and groan about how full you are) because laying down will only cause more discomfort and may lead to acid reflux and heart burn.

    2. Move around 
    Try to stay upright and go for a walk. I’m not saying run a marathon or jump hurdles, Bob. In fact, strenuous exercises should be avoided after a huge meal. But a lovely, brisk walk, can only do you good.

    3. Medication 
    I don’t do medication unless really needed but I’ve heard that antacids are a must for combating indigestion and other digestive system qualms. They neutralize stomach acids and can assist your body with breaking down all the fatty foods you shoved your face into an hour ago. Charcoal tablets and powder are also recommend since it absorbs excess gas in the intestinal tract. But we shouldn’t be popping these on the daily.

    4. Have a drink 
    Water is the natural way to flush your system and aid digestion but chamomile tea and other natural caffeine-free teas are also a great way to get things going on the digestion front.

    5. Hula Hoop 
    I heard this advice and now I really want to eat and then hula hoop just to see if it works! Hula hooping is a great way to tone your abs but it also aids with getting your body into digestion mode. Repetitively moving your hips and abdomen stirs up your internal organs and reduces the discomfort that overeating gives you.

    6. Stretches
    Another suggestion is to do a couple of easy Yoga stretches to get your body to respond. So when all else fails, you could always try out these gentle stretch techniques.

    And friends, while enjoying your  festive meals, please spare a minute for those in need. Your “I ate too much” syndrome can be managed but their hunger cannot. You are blessed to be a blessing to others!

    Merry Christmas!