Our Story Our Song Day 27 – Living Hope

Monday 6 March and Thursday 9 March

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Today was a special day as we were finally able to go and work at Living Hope. We had a wonderful morning helping out on the farm. It is a lovely concept whereby Living Hope uses a farm to teach people how to run a business whilst teaching them how to grow their own food. It was really great meeting new people and hearing their story and their songs.

The little people really enjoyed spending time with the farm animals. The day was however fairly hot and we were slightly frustrated in that we were not able to help much with the two little people attached to us. We headed out at lunch time and found a beautiful spot under some trees near Kommetjie beach. After lunch we joined in with the kids club which is run in one of the poorer areas.

The idea being that many homes are unsafe and children don’t always have food so the children can spend their afternoon there and then take a warm meal home with them. We played outside with some of the children for a while whilst we waited for the kids club to start. As 2:30pm they began to play very loud music and children began to arrive from all over. They then played some games outside before moving inside for some songs and stories. It was a well organised program and the children all loved it. We did however find it very very loud and overwhelming for most of our children. As we realised things were about to fall apart we decided to leave for the program ended. It was a busy but good day.

During the day we had met a lovely American missionary family who invited us to have supper with them. It was a quick meal with little people needing to head home but been a great opportunity to quickly connect with other people and to hear a part of their story and their song. We have found this tapestry of God’s family to be something so beautiful that we can meet with strangers and without awkwardness or fear we can embrace on another and spur each other on in our journeys we’ve each been called to run.

On Thurs day we return to Living Hope and once again helped pack and pick veggies on the farm. We had spoken at length about the children’s club and realised that they had so many volunteers there that there wasn’t really much for us to do except watch others volunteer. So we rather went and helped prepare the food for the children. But even here we realised that there were already so many volunteers that we were more in the way than a help…..

Seeking God’s will

It was time for us to seek our father and hear what it is that he wanted us to do. To keep going to Living Hope (where they were already flooded with volunteers) or to seek h20170306_143708is will in other areas……

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Our Story Our Song Day 19 – History and Music

Tuesday 28 Feb 

FC Georgio (1998)Today we had a fun family day exploring the Southern Suburbs. We went up to Rhodes memorial and read all about Cecil John Rhodes. After a quick sarmie picnic we hurried back to the flat-let we were staying in so that Kadin could get ready for his first violin lesson at Beau Soleil. Kadin having this opportunity is one that he has waited for since he was 2 years old so this is a very significant moment for us all. He loved his lesson. He was invited to play with the orchestra so we quickly hurried home and he had half an hour to practice the pieces. He is so excited as there is a concert in 2 weeks time. Even once he was home the music didn’t stop. Gabi – with whom we were staying with – organised for another old homeschooler friend to pop in and play violin with Kadin while she played the piano or harp. After which Kadin plopped into bed at 10:30 exhausted – but oh so happy!

 

 

Our Story Our Song Day 14

Thursday 23 Feb 
20170223_123525This morning dawned bright and sunny but Neil and my moods were far from reflecting that. I could hear what I always tell the children,  “You can’t let your situation determine your mood,” swirling  around in my mind but yet the reality of not knowing where we would be staying next week was weighing so heavily upon me. My stomach ached and I could feel myself slipping into the panic mode I had lived in and needed to choose to fight off so many times in the past 2 years. At least I can now recognise it but try as I may I could just not fight it. How I miss the sweet fellowship at North Hills Church at home. Someone to go visit and to call and pray with you. We were sinking… All I could say was that I felt like I was on Survivor and was waiting to be voted off and sent home.

It’s not often that I get into such a bad place within my mind but when I do I feel like there is simply no way out or forward. I had begun asking on gumtree and searching Facebook and property sites in all earnestness, we began to talk about Neil maybe needing to get a job while we are here so we can pay for rent….. we were doing, making a plan every minute. Yet deep down I knew none of this would work. I knew it was all wrong but I had to do something. I had to make a plan I had to save us from not having a place to stay!

Then Living Hope called to move our meeting to Monday. So now the questions rage…. Should we be going to Living Hope? Does God want us to work into another area? We have committed to a time of serving how does that look and where will it happen?

After breakfast we called the children together to pray. Such simple prayers they offered. Simply asking God to show us the way forward and where we will stay. Everyone prayed right from Riley and Maisy we all offered up our prayers and requests.

After which they all offer up words of encouragement and what was on their hearts.

Nate shared the words from a song that said: “The mysteries of our God revealed” They are revealed but we don’t know when that will happen… now or a second before when we need them.

Kadin said he kept thinking of the scripture: John 17 – where Jesus is praying for all the believers to be unified. The exact scripture God had given us the week before.

And Lily read Ephesians 3: 14 -21 – A Prayer for the Ephesians: “14 For this reason I kneel before the Father, 15 from whom every family[a]in heaven and on earth derives its name. 16 I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, 17 so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, 18 may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, 19 and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God. 20 Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, 21 to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.”  

All these words so encouraged for us all! It is so amazing having your children on team with you.

The whole time I kept thinking of the name of a friend of ours that we had not seen in the last few years. I know she’s had a tough time so I had only wanted to have fun when we saw her and not burden her by asking if she knew of anywhere we could stay but I kept feeling to contact her…..

So after our prayers I sent out a quick WhatsApp to her to say we were in town and hoped to connect sometime but we didn’t know if or where we’ll be next week.

20170223_074558We then managed to do some school work and Neil met some work deadlines before setting out to explore Simons Town and Boulders beach. On the way we stopped at estate agents and 2 other places to see if we could find accommodation. All fruitless efforts. I was still feeling an absolute melting down panic boiling within my mind and yet somehow since we had prayed my soul was at rest. I am finding so strange how in the last while I find myself often walking in these two different realms at the same time. Maybe someday I’ll learn to trust the kingdom realm to let go and just rest in what I know – deep within my soul – is right and peaceful.

20170223_143324Whilst playing at Boulders beach I checked my phone and there was a message from my friend saying she has two rooms for us to come and stay in. I’m not sure why we are to stay there or how it will work as it is far from Living Hope but God has clearly directed us to her door so it’s with excitement and anticipation that we will enter into the next part of our adventure.

What a better way to end off a miraculous day than to spend the evening with old friends catching up on the past 7 years whilst watching our kids reconnect and watching today close over the sea and mountains below. What an awesome, faithful God we serve!

Our Story Our Song Day 12 – 13

Tuesday 21 Feb – Wednesday 22 Fed

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By 9am we were packed up and on the road again. We knew that we had a long trip ahead of  us and we were all keen to get to Cape Town now so no sight-seeing was planned – just a long haul straight through to Cape Town. These kids are just amazing. They astound me with their ability to travel. Yet I see how the short trips we had to Pretoria last year and our trip to Kruger – where they all happily spent their day in the car looking for game proved to us they were able to do long hours in the car. This along with a prepacked bag of road trip activities, from sticker books to strips of contacts paper with little things to stick onto it, keep them all busy. We have also discovered the joy of audio stories that we are enjoying as a family, but I am constantly surprised that the biggest hit is for me to read while they draw or colour in. So the day quickly passed and suddenly were popped over Sir Lowry’s Pass and there below lay false bay! So much excitement filled our little contained space that I thought the car would explode.

20170221_135117We took a slow drive through the Cape flats – passed all the shacks adorned with satellite dishes and the roads piled with sand from the gale force winds blowing in from the sea.
Eventually we found our way to our friend’s house that we are house sitting and were all so excited to finally be here. Our happy day was topped off by a run on Fish Hoek beach – while the wind pummeled the shore the children chased the gulls before devouring chip rolls in the car and were all so ready to fall asleep as soon as we were back at the house.

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Wednesday was spent surprising old friends and showing the children some of our old favourite spots in and around the Southern Suburbs. The highlight of the day must have been the children’s first sighting of the squirrels as well as having lunch upon a rock Kadin used to love jumping from when he was 3 years old.

Kids were in bed at a decent time – for a change – and we intended on going to bed early. As we were locking up Neil picked up a pillow that was just outside the veranda door. One of the children had spilled something on it so I had placed it there to dry. Suddenly he jumped back as he lifted the pillow and there lay a puff adder snake!

Once the snake collector had come at 10pm to collect it and we had made sure that the fire we could see in the distance – was in fact not going to come any closer – we crept into bed. Only then did we realise how God was and is still so in control of the tiny details of our lives. Had I not put that pillow there the snake would have come into the house and if we had picked up the pillows earlier the snake would not have been so docile and would probably have struck.

Knowing all this I know with all my heart that God is for us and we serve such a mighty God and yet the fear and worry of the unknown place to stay next week is beginning to gnaw at my mind. In this unknown place I ask on Facebook if anyone knows of somewhere we can stay….. A friend messages to ask some details…. And though she can’t help I see that the last time I chatted to her on Facebook was in 2010 and what’s more there it is the link to a website that I have been looking for years. Royal Kids. I have wondered for years now who this group was that brought in untouchable children and raised them as prayer warriors for the nation. As I revisited their website and was reminded of the power of prayer we are realising that tomorrow we really need to pray together as a family! And yet the questions plague and the worry entangles. My stomach aches grow and Neil’s stiff neck makes sleep somewhat unrestful…..  Is this really where God wants us? Have we heard wrong? Should we just go home? I remember Neil’s prayer at supper – God please give us a place to stay compared to Kadin who simply prayed “God show us the next place we are to stay at.” Oh the faith of a child.

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Our Story Our Song – Day 8 and 9

Thursday 16 Feb – Friday 17 Feb

IMG-20170221-WA0008On the  morning we re-sorted the trailer and packed up our tent to set off to explore the Cango caves before heading towards Klein Brak Rivier / Mossel bay. This was a fascinating drive as we had read a story in our homeschooling books about a tittle Khoi boy who had lived on the one side of the Outeniqua Mountains  and it was too damp and how another tribe had lived on the dry side of the mountain. Well as we drove through the Outeniqua mountains we headed up past green shrubbery shrouded in thick mist and damp and as we rounded the corner to the other side of the mountain we drove out into beautiful sunshine beating down on a dry arid terrain. As we looked back we were struck by the beauty of a thick misty cloud dripping over the top of the mountain and dissipating into nothing as it flowed over onto the other side! Nothing like “school’ coming so vividly alive!  As we piled out of the car into the hot small Karoo sun Kadin whipped his violin out of the heated car. He then remembered someone saying he should ask if he could play his violin in the Cango Caves. So he did just that! He asked and they were so thrilled to have him play – as it used to be used for orchestral concerts until people began to vandalize it – so what an experience for him and us all to have him able to play in front of a group of tourists deep in the belly of the earth – Beautifully Surreal is the only word one could use to describe that Mommy moment. Once we had thoroughly explored the caves and all there was to discover here we journeyed back down the mountain on towards Little Brak River. A tiny town next to Mossel bay. We were so blessed to have friends pay for us to spend two nights in this lovely little holiday house that was one road away from the beach! The first thing that struck us here was the lack of burglar bars. As we asked the neighbour if we could push our trailer into the back garden she just laughed and told us that we could just leave it right out on the street, next to their unlocked car! What?! Were we still in South Africa? Coming from Hilton where five armed robberies in a night was not an unusual occurrence this just boggled my mind. I must say I was a bit weary sleeping in this unfenced, un-burglar barred, un-beamed house. But as they children ran up and down the streets and buck poked their heads out of the bush to nibble on the lawns I began to relax.

20170218_093352A lovely next day was spent at the Mossel Bay Dias Complex Museum exploring many aspects of South African history. Piecing together bit by bit the story of our beautiful land. It was quite amazing reading the stories of the people who had walked these places 500 years ago and the next morning be walking in the same spots. This all seems so momentous and larger than life, yet each of these people was just a man living out the calling and days allotted to them by God. From Bartholomew Dias to the slaves that were traded to the Guinea Women who were randomly put down on the African coast to search for Prester John to the Ship’s cook, to the Native African killed by Dias and to the King of Portugal, they were all just living their Story, their song….. each of their lives touching on one other at some point creating a bigger Story and Song of our land. No matter how insignificant or small we may seem we are all part of a larger story – one that will sing to the glory or God – or not….

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Posting letters under the 500 year old post box tree

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It’s our prayer that on this trip and into our future our lives will constantly bump into those around us and that it will daily tell a story and sing a song of devotion and worship to our King.

This is Our Story This is Our Song Day 5 to 6

Monday 13 Feb – Tuesday 14 Feb

2017-02-19 07.04.58Heading off early the next morning we spent the day exploring Addo Elephant Park before being welcomed on to a farm in the middle of nowhere near Oyster Bay. I had mentioned on a home school  Facebook  page that we were setting off on this adventure and a family responded offering us to stay on their farm – which they had moved off – for as long as we liked. As we were wanting to get to Cape Town by 21 Feb to house sit for some friends we only stayed for 2 nights. During this time however we were royally greeted and treated. From a family we had never met we were given free reign in their home, on their wifi and even had muffins made for us and meals brought to us. This level of hospitality to a stranger has left an everlasting impact on us as a family. Having 2 nights there gave us a day to do nothing – besides catch up on our journals and begin reading our next homeschool story book.

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This year we decided to study South Africa so we are working our way through the Footprints homeschool curriculum. The first book follows the story of a little Khoi boy growing up 500 hundred years ago in the Outeniqua mountains near Mossel bay. The second book is about a little boy who stows away on Bartholemeu Dias ship that discovers the route around the tip of Africa and stops off in Mossel bay. The idea being that we had to have both these book completed before we arrived in Mossel bay in a few days time!

 

This is Our Story This is Our Song Day 3

Saturday 11 Feb

By 8am we were on the road again. This was one very long horrid day’s driving. A 7 hour drive took us 10 hours – with us only having 1 stop. There were so many road works and hold ups that it just felt like we never actually got going at all. There were also no free toilets and many messy rundown towns we battled our way through. We knew we had friends waiting on the other side and that kept us going. But it was hard!

I could feel God needing to speak in that moment but I was too near to the moment to hear anything. After 5 hours of stop –go. No loos and tired children. We were getting desperate. We happened to pass a farm with a campsite sign upon the gate. I yelled to Neil to stop and I frantically phoned the number. A dear sweet voice heard the plaintive cry of one very frantic mother. With the most beautiful words she explained that she was out but still welcomed us onto their farm to use their loos and let the children run around. As we twisted down to the campsite I could feel the panic of the busy roads somewhat ease. Then we rounded the corner to the most serene dam. With cranes walking along the water edge. What a blessed, soul restoring 15 minutes those were. A tiny reprieve on paradise amongst the crazy busyness of reality just a kilometer away.2017-02-12 20.26.21

As we wound our way through a myriad of different landscapes and passes we journeyed further away from the comfort and reassurance of our beautiful community in Hilton.

 

2017-02-14 10.22.03Feeling the nostalgia of my childhood I could not simply speed past a quaint little town of Cathcart but instead I had to drive past my grandparents’ house. As no one is living there now I was able to take my children through the old rusty gate and share with them a tiny glimps of my childhood that has been literally frozen in time. They were able to see the old railway station we had played upon as tiny children, the stump of the old plum tree and the hill down which Tanya and I would let our poor dolls go flying down in their prams. In 30 years nothing much has changed and somehow when you are upon an unknown journey such as ours a place such as roots one with a sense of family and heritage.

We are also learning that it’s not only the planned highlights that make a trip special It’s those little unexpected treats that makes everyone perk up and feel loved and apart of this amazing adventure. Today an unexpected ice-cream stop did just that for us!IMG-20170221-WA0009

As I stop now and consider that trip…. The hours of struggle and toil… I do also recount the books I read to the children about the Eastern Cape through which we travelled, the wind farms we saw for the first time and the awe we felt as we gazed upon their mighty arms sweeping through the mist, I recall the apples we shared with the men on the back of a bakkie in front of us. The funny cow dog audio story we all listened to as well as jokes we made about hardware stores we passed and funny sign boards we encountered. So it was a battle – one of the hardest trip days we’ve ever had to face and yet within that we remember that there was a battle of sorts but there is also beauty that would have been missed had we less time together or had we raced faster past those places. We would never have sought out that beautiful farm dam to take refuge at – as we would have had no need for refuge and so we would have missed out on one of the unplanned highlights of this journey. So sometimes in the tough times life looks like things will never straighten out and we will only ever remember hardship. The truth however is that – yes we’ll remember the battle – but the golden memories that this battle allowed one to create is what we will truly remember and hold to our hearts forever.

Aaaaah Then at the end of this hard long day we were embraced into the home of our beautiful friends Cath and Si. I had forgotten Cath’s zest and flair for amazing food – and the abundance there of. From the moment we entered we were fed platter after platter of amazing snacks and dishes and meats and pies. I’m sure Jesus knew what he was talking about when he spoke of eating together as that evening we felt so loved. By 1am everyone seemed to have found a spot to sleep and we spent a night – not fretting or stressed about the day we had had, but rather a night full – of the satisfaction of love and an open home to the weary traveller.

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I must say that if there is one thing I’m learning from this trip is the importance of opening one’s home – at the drop of a hat – to practice hospitality whenever someone is in need. When you are tired and weary and spent beyond your capacity for the day and someone offers you a loo or a coffee or a warm meal or a bed oh as your basic needs are met in that moment you know that no matter what has passed on that day – someone has seen you, they have recognised you and are loving you in a way that reaches deep into your soul.

This is Our Story This is Our Song Day 2

Friday 10 Feb

On Friday 10 February 2017 we headed of on an epic family trip across South Africa. Armed with 3 boxes of school books, activates and road trip games, 3 boxes of food, a box of kitchen and bathroom things, a box of towels, half a suitcase each of clothing, a tent, a gas bottle, whistling kettle, wash basin, porridge pot, a few camping mattresses and our bedding and pillows we headed off into the some known and some unknown days of life on the road.2017-02-10 12.20.25 2017-02-10 11.50.26

We had our first few days planned out so we had managed to arrange to have lunch with Neil’s’ aunt in Kokstad – where we were able to have a glimps into Neil’s cousins new water bottling factory. Over the last few months we have been to a taxidermist, coffee barrister and now the water bottling factory – all of which we’ve found people making a living from passion, skill and natural resources – all of which do not require 12 years of institutional schooling. Something we are beginning to see happening around us more and more…..

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We were so pleased that we managed to see 2 special family friends for a quick cup of tea in Kokstad. Tucked away from any signs of city life one always feels so refreshed being up in their mountain home. We then drove back down the mountain to spend a wonderful evening reconnecting with old friends.

IMG-20170221-WA0004IMG-20170221-WA0006What an amazing life they have buying and selling cattle, horses and goats from the Eastern Cape to sell in KZN. The children were even treated to a 5:30am hike up into the mountains to go see and check up on the goats. They loved helping pick some up and watch the herd boy feed the orphan goats. As sad as we were to bid farewell to friends we had not seen in so many years we are excited for the journey ahead and that we will be coming back past this way when we return home in 3 months time…..

 

Let the Children Be

In the great words of William Henry Davies “What is this life full of care, we have no time to stand and stare.”

A hundred years ago or should I say as little as 30 years ago no one had a problem with a 7 year old being a 7 year old.  They spent their mornings at school and the occasional afternoon playing an hour of sport. After this they were free. Free from instruction, training and meeting another’s expectations. Free to simply be…. To dream, climb, think, run and simply play. No one thought anything of them spending hours on end in the sand pit or up a tree. A card board box became a car or sailing ship and an old sheet anything from a cape to a tent.

Looking about one today however we must admit that for these little ones we have created a life full of care! A life so stressful that 7 year olds are having panic attacks. One could understand this if they were living in a war raging era, concerned each day for their safety. Instead these panics are taking place in classrooms and homes throughout the country. Based not on a fear of death but rather in a fear of failure! Children simply lack the confidence to be themselves, as frankly presenting themselves for who they naturally are is seen as not being good enough! By simply arriving and just being themselves, we as a society, keep telling them that they not good enough.  They are too loud, too busy or too dreamy, they work too slowly or too fast. Try as they may to get it right, we doctor them with medication and counselling, in their little eyes they are not able to meet our expectations they as a person are a failure!

For parents the race is on.  From conception patents begin fretting about what classical music to play in utero and soon after birth – no matter what the disposition of the child will be in future years – the child is on a waiting list for the best day care, top preschool, most successful primary school and so it goes.  Their days determined, the course plotted and at all costs the child needs to make this thing work. Like a monkey upon a leash dancing before his music box we have these tiny tots dancing to a tune way beyond their years.

We bemoan the fact that children cannot entertain themselves and throw the blame at technology.  However from the day they could walk, or before, we have been entertaining them.  If not with some form of extra mural tutoring then with play dates and television.  These on their own are not a bad idea but a 3 year old spending each afternoon at swimming, music, ballet, karate, gymnastic or maths lessons does leave little time to “stand and stare.”

According to James Hall a survey conducted amongst 1500 children in Sainsbury between 5 and 11 years of age revealed that their favourite summer pass times were not computer games, going on trips or watching movies. Instead they included playing in the park or in the garden making mud pie-making, climbing trees and feeding the ducks.

It was upon a break from his studies, whilst relaxing under a tree in a contemplative mood, thinking on the notion of gravitation that Newton saw an apple fall and hence solidify his thoughts on the workings of gravity. At the age of 16, whilst Einstein was imagining catching a sunbeam that he laid the foundations for his study of special relativity. At the age of only 15, Louis Braille – whilst on school vacation – and fiddling with his father’s awl in his leather shop, he devised the braille system which is still used throughout the world today.

In our pursuit of educational excellence and perfection are we in fact depriving our children of the one pure ingredient that grows thinkers, dreamers, creative and ultimately great men and women of the future?

So I ask yet again, “what is this life full of care if we have no time to stand and stare…?”

Mirrors of Me

Deep in conversation with my 7 year old, my attention was suddenly diverted to my ever busy 2 year old.  She was suddenly unusually quiet and standing dead still.  Oh my how  we laughed.  She was standing between my 7 year old and I with her arms crossed imitating the exact posture of her big sister. What an amazing teaching opportunity arose for me to demonstrate to my older daughter that little people will copy us whether we like it or not.

Recently I have been hearing more and more stories of children displaying behaviour which includes the children using sarcasm or humour but the underlying message results in them becoming really mean to others, not only to their peers but to their parents as well. Yes there are many times when the root of this behavioue is obvious.  The child has been bullied or is working through a difficult period in live such as a divorce or death in the family.  Yet there are times when parents and teachers are left baffled, pondering where this attitude – that often comes across as cute in a 3 year old but as something very unpleasant in a 10 year old – could possibly have arrived from?

I will never forget when as a new mom I was deeply concerned about my 7 month old son.  He had just cut his first two teeth and he kept biting his lip. With these tiny munchers he managed to cut his lip quite badly. The clinic sister adviced what cream to use but we were at a loss how to stop this habit he had formed. A few weeks later, whilst driving to work, I looked into the rearview mirror and what did I see? I was biting my bottom lip!  Oh my, without knowing it the stess of Mommyhood had been kept well under tap and yet it was leaking out in this new habit and our baby boy was copying it!

If we begin dig down into the archives of  our memories and dust off the cobwebs, looking back at the life of a child. You will recall that when only a few weeks old, your baby mimiced a tongue being stuck out. By a few months they would copy sounds that you made. They smile when you smile and clap as you clap. Your child will learn to speak the language you speak, dress how you dress and will usually participate in the religion and social activities such as sport or music that their family values.

Again and again I have heard of a child who is adopted or lives with a step parent  be told how much they look like this parent. The reality is that they often don’t look any thing alike instead, the child so closely mimics the adult’s mannerisms that it actually presents itself as the parent and child looking a like. Humour, vocabulary, a gait, attitude to work and all other behaviours are not born with but instead learnt from those around us. The way we walk and talk was not chosen but rather picked up over years and years of subconsciously immitating those around us.

Looking back at our sweet, little person who is developing this nasty streak that has baffeled parents and teachers alike. Could the cure lie not in psychology or medication but instead a good look at who they are spending time with? It may well be other children – often older than themselves – books they are reading, computer games they are playing or movies they are watching. Or it may even be coming from home.  Most of us consider our homes and especially ourselves as being no threat to our precious little people.  Yet as I learnt with our baby boy, they are watching us all the time. Often we mean no harm and yet a simple expression of our stress, a reaction to a car driving too slowly or the irritation with the morning routine, is infact instilling within our children attitudes and habits for life. They don’t understand or appreciate that we are in a stressful situation or that our sarcasm is simply a form of humour.

So as difficult and as unpleasant as it is, when our children begin displaying distasteful behaviours, attitudes, reactions or mannerisms – before we start pointing fingers let us take the time to look at ourselves and see if infact a few adjustments in our attitudes or habits need to be honed. They see and hear all that we do and as much as I tell my children to do as I say and not as I do, they just keep copying me!

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