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“…waiting for a train to go or a bus to come or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for Yes or No…” Dr. Seuss
Waiting is dead hard! It’s painful and gruelling, it’s torture! When waiting for something awesome, you can experience that fusion-feeling that’s half exhilarating, half excruciating – it’s less horrible, but still not easy! The trouble is that some things can only be learnt, and many things can only be earned through “slowly.”
Some people wait well. They know, like the trees know. The tree reaches up at the sky, patiently, and collects its crown.
To a lovely little family counting sleeps and practicing waiting: that crown is winking!
“Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman, and how she would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and loving heart of her childhood; and how she would gather about her little children and make their eyes bright and eager; and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows and find pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own child-life and the happy summer days.” (Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland)
Le petit Philip did some serious research before deciding on who would make the ultimate mom and dad. And so it happened that “this same little sister” of mine and her uber awesome husband, became the chuffed new parents of this equally chuffed little boytjie!
A new generation of memory making and happy summer days!
I want to paint Eva Cassidy’s voice all over this room you’re sleeping in. “Songbird” comes to mind. It’s a wonderful and scary truth that you could look into your children’s eyes and sing this every new day, for it will be as true today as it was yesterday: ‘the songbirds keep singing like they know the score, i love you i love i love you like never before.’
The cast: 2 darling peas – in a pod. A wink and a nod, a dream and a wish, a smile and a laugh, a hug and a kiss. A star and a twinkle, a touch and a tickle, a hop and a skip, and a jump for joy!
Welcome in the world, darling Nicola! Can I read you a bedtime story? Listen carefully. It’s about home…
In an inverted universe filled with noise and chaotic splendour, the word MOM spins upside down into a kind of birth of its own and lands dizzily on wobbly new feet to spell the word WOW. Wow, this is overwhelming… wow, this is amazing… wow, I’m tired… wow, this is hard… wow, this is fun… wow, you are mine… WOW, I’m tired… wow, this love! Sigh. Wow…
The plot thickens as a fourth character is introduced! A baptism of colour before a shower of delight…
Renche’s mother is a wizard in the world of maths and had always been highly esteemed in our house. I think if my father had to choose between letting us go without food or without math tuition, he would have gone for the skinny hungry option!
A mathematical truth: One plus one makes two. But sometimes two at once: the phenomena of twins! Like Renche and her brother Michal – two halves of a whole (or of two wholes…) Us non-twins will never really get it, I guess. “The basic mystery of sameness and difference.”
When a tiny miracle repeats itself, can we say miracle squared = _? Because that’s exactly what happened. Rensche herself is now expecting twins. Double times two! Or 2(1+1).
So let’s see… If x equals pink and y equals blue, we have a “multiple choice” question:
b) 1(x+y) +1(x+x)
c) 1(x+y) +1(y+y)
My money’s on option a!
(Renche, your mom will have to check these, I’m feeling awfully rusty!)
The French call it Printemps, the Italians Primavera and the Germans say Frühling. In the Polish language it’s Wiosna and in Normandy they speak of Renouve. The Russians do that weird thing where they say Vesna although it’s spelt BecHa… In Swahili it’s called Bamvua and in English it is Spring. But in no other language is it said more beautifully than in Afrikaans: Lente.
Little Lente’s name was chosen even before she was born- how fitting for her to then arrive on the 1st of September, laying claim to Spring Day! Here’s to new seasons!