I love the tiny feet of my daughters - they're soft, round and perfect. Those little feet have so far to go, so many kilometers to travel. As individuals, our girls have such amazing adventures to embark on and I will do my best to never hold them back, remembering always that their lives and loves are their own to discover. I will guide them as best as I can, I will love them with all of my heart and I will encourage them to be the people they want to be.
Showing posts with label Ella love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ella love. Show all posts

Thursday, December 15, 2016

There is a little girl

There is a little girl
Her name is Ella
She lives within my heart
She’s far; so far away
Yet so close; we’ll never part.
I’ve felt her nudge me over
To make space upon the chair
Her giggle is all around me
She plays with and twirls my hair.

She’s my last thought before I sleep
And the first when I awake
I long to put my arms around her
Cup my hands beneath her chin
To kiss her little lips
And see that naughty grin.

Her friends learn and grow without her
Her sister misses her hugs
She changed my world - it came alive!
But now each day I wonder…
How must my Mommy heart survive?

It’s only for my little one
Who needs me to be brave
We live and love and laugh and play
And make the most of each new day.
I love her little soul so much
And hope to see her grow
Into a warrior; a woman
The world wants to know.

There is a little girl
Her name is Ella
Her angel wings have grown
I love her! Oh, so very much!
It’s hard to even say
I miss her so damn much it hurts
But will see her again one day.

xoxo 








Sunday, December 4, 2016

The teachers our children love - and how they love our children

3 years ago this little girl attended her Grade 1 prizegiving…


 On Thursday last week this little girl attended her Grade 1 prizegiving…


And both of them had this special lady to guide them through the year...

Prizegiving is always a special day, as it is I get all choked up when the kids sing our school song, but this year was another one of ‘those days’ that marks a first without Ella. It was Foundation Phase prizegiving so she wouldn’t have been there but she would have been so proud of her little sister; and probably have made a plan with a teacher to be able to attend.

I always love watching as the kids are called up on stage to receive their certificates, bursting with pride to have their parents there to watch them being acknowledged for the skills they have learnt and the qualities they have displayed throughout the year – whatever they are. They stand up on stage, scanning the audience for their parents and on seeing them wave excitedly, blow kisses and smile ear-to-ear smiles.

I love how, for the Foundation Phase kids, the teachers are so creative, awarding their children certificates for having a good general knowledge or being consistently helpful in class - qualities so important for our children to be learning at this young age.

Leanne sent this to all the parents in her class on the morning of prizegiving

Once their certificates are handed out the kids rush back to their teacher for hugs and kisses. These amazing people who replace us during the day as protector, confidant, joker, hugger and sore-fixer are just as precious to our children as we are - in some cases, more so.      

I watch with delight every morning as the kids greet their teacher – each one of them bursting with so much news since the last time they met – usually only yesterday! They want to share everything with teacher – and I imagine they are often privy to way more information than we, as parents, would share ourselves – a sure case of TMI!

If, out of all her years, now and always, Jem needed a strong, caring, sensitive, grounded teacher to support, encourage and lead her, it was this year. And someone sure was looking after her when she was placed into Leanne de Souza’s class at the beginning of 2016. Leanne was also Ella’s Grade 1 teacher – she knew our family, she had been close to Ella, the connection was already there; she was exactly who Jemma needed.

Leanne felt our loss of Ella so intensely, and in those first few days once Jem was able to go back to school, I’m not sure how she found the strength to be there so solidly for Jem, to love her and protect her when we couldn’t be there. That was one of the biggest challenges for me – to take Jemma back to school, walk her to her classroom, hug and kiss her goodbye – and then walk away from my child, when I could barely handle the thought of being away from her at all. When I just wanted to wrap her up in so much cotton wool and never let her go. And I don’t think I could have if I didn’t already trust Leanne as much as I did.

Of course initially, Jem didn’t need sums or reading or Afrikaans or Zulu, she just needed some kind of something that was normal. She was only 2 weeks into Grade 1 – still getting used to new friends and the change in structure when she lost her sister and best friend. Her world turned upside down. The people who love her the most could barely function. Nothing was normal, even being at school was hard with all the kids asking countless questions, but Leanne was her rock. She provided a sense of normality through routine and she wrapped Jem up, keeping her close when she needed it.

Jemma has done so well this year and has arrived at the end of the school year a confident, sociable, fun-loving, independent little girl who can't wait for the holidays so that she can sleep late!

I am eternally grateful to Leanne for loving both of my girls as much as she does – and for the support she has given me each morning when I drop Jem at school. She’s seen me arrive dishevelled and barely awake, often in tears, and has hugged me tightly on those days. She has watched as the year has passed and we have worked through our pain and the best thing is that she has become a friend. Her daughter, also in Grade 1, and Jemma are building a friendship that I hope, along with ours, will continue to grow. Jemmie would gladly have Leanne as her as a teacher all the way through to Matric but I know she’s going to be in very good hands next year and that she will be excited when she hears who her Grade 2 teacher is – another special lady who was so fond of Ella and whose own daughter has battled with the loss of mine.

Ella was so excited for Jem when we heard that Leanne would be her teacher. Years after leaving Grade 1, Ella would still visit Leanne in her classroom, as so many of the children do and I have no doubt that Jemma is going to be the same – she’ll be running between the Grade 1 and 2 blocks to visit Leanne as often as she can!

Jennifer Boesch is another such teacher – she taught Ella in Grade 2 and Jemma in Grade R and I know that my girls are special to her too. Ella used to sneak extra hugs from Jen whenever she could and I know she looks out for Jem as well.

I used to think that I didn’t want my girls to have the same teachers – that Jem needed to be able to forge her own path, not travelling in her sister’s footsteps but actually I am so blessed, and secure in the knowledge, that there are other incredible teachers in Jemma’s future;

Kumaree Padayichie, head of Foundation Phase who somehow seems to know every child's name.

Tina Doukas, who lovingly encourages Jem in the most creative ways to deal with her loss and the feelings around it.

Shirley Bornman who was Ella’s Grade 3 teacher – if I’ve ever seen two people grow in leaps and bounds in a year, it was Shirley and Ella last year.

Tracy Kruger and Lisa-Marie Henning are Grade 4 teachers who we didn’t get much time with, but they’ve stayed close and cried tears with us and remembered Ella in such special ways.

They may not all end up teaching Jem but I know they’ll save a special heart place for  her – and what more could I want for our little girl than for so many other strong and nurturing women to love and guide her through these precious years.


Friday was Intermediate Phase prizegiving. It changes in this phase and only the kids receiving awards are invited to attend. Ella was strong academically, dedicated, thorough, determined to succeed and I have no doubt she would have been there - that we as proud parents would have been there to watch our daughter beam and wear her new badge with pride. For some reason that was not to be, but I know that Ella was beside her friends who were there, delighting in their joy and sharing their smiles.

xoxo



Monday, November 7, 2016

Chairman's Awards 2016

This day would have been a big day for Ella…for us all.

A very special awards ceremony was held at school last week, Wednesday 2 November. All that needs to be said about it is here…

Thank you to my special Faye for designing this for me at a moment's notice!

It was actually a bigger day for me than Derby was. I missed my girl. I missed her excitement and her passion. I missed her little hand in mine and I especially missed seeing her standing amongst her friends, where she should have been, with that grin of pride on her sweet face.

I could barely focus on Wednesday, so I treated Jem and I to an after school ice-cream indulgence. Later on we dressed up and went to meet Stevie P at school. Front row seats for us, and fortunately next to a Mom who has become a friend.

Mrs Henning, Ella’s grade 4 teacher, and head of the Chairman’s Awards had included pictures of Ella, along with the other kids, in the opening presentation, which was a really special gesture.


And as always, the support we received from our school and the other parents that night was what kept me going. Bittersweet...for sure, but I'm glad we were there.

I can only imagine how much Ella would have grown and changed in the last 9 months, and as usual, my heart aches with sadness that she is not here - and my arms long to hold her.

xoxo


Tuesday, October 11, 2016

A labour of love

Ella’s bench at school has been placed in a very busy spot – it’s outside the music room and the grade 4 block – beneath a huge leafy tree. And there are always people sitting on it, it really is well used.


We brought it home at the end of last term because the paint needed to be touched up and it was looking a bit shabby.

It was returned to school this morning looking bright white and lovely. The butterflies have been painted yellow and add that little touch of something extra special.




Jem is going to sit on that bench this term, maybe when she goes past it to music, and she’ll have a different sense of pride about it – because she helped to repaint it.

Francis and I were painting in the garage on Sunday afternoon when Jem asked to help, so I gave her a roller and was touched at her effort and her patience.


As we painted Francis and Jem spoke about Ella – good things, happy memories. Different to the first time, when Stevie and I spent ages sanding the bench before the school dedication (http://untravelledsoles.blogspot.co.za/2016/04/school-dedication-for-ella-my-words-to.html), when the pain was so raw and the two of us were barely functioning. I’d sit in the garage at night on my own, listening to music and painting while the tears streamed down my cheeks. It was as if by painting her bench I was somehow staying close to her.


The pain isn’t any less now, it’s just different. So much has changed, yet somehow not changed at all.

It was always our intention that the bench be used, that the kids sit on it and play around it. I remember arriving one afternoon to find a little friend of Ella’s sitting on the bench crying. I put my arms around her and asked her what was wrong. She told me that she had done a drawing in class that wasn’t as good as she had hoped it would be, or as good as the other kids’ drawings and so it made her sad. I pulled her close and asked her if she had tried her best. She said she had and so I told her she could be proud. I told her ‘be bold, be brave, be you’. And now she’s one of the kiddies who gives me big hugs whenever she sees me.


Ella’s grade 2 teacher told me that when she takes her class to music she leaves them with our amazing music teacher, and then takes the opportunity to sit on the bench for a bit, listening to the joyous sounds of the kids singing and giggling, remembering Ella but also just taking some time out.

The kids look out for the messages I post to the bench every Monday, and every single morning, once I’ve dropped Jemma, I head over to spend my time on the bench. There have been three mornings when I've not been able to because other people were already there. 1) A Granny and Grandad, 2) A Mom chatting with her little girl. 3) A Mom taking a pic of her child sitting on the bench. And in those moments I've felt a warm, fuzzy feeling; like Ellie is beside them.

Sometimes when I'm there I cry, other times I chat to a Mom passing by. There's a grade 6 boy who always checks up on me when he runs past, no matter how late he is for class. People have left flowers and messages on that bench. Jem has drawn pictures and placed them there too. It’s a place to meet and greet – and it’s exactly what Ellie would want.

And, I believe, what Jemmie wants too.


xoxo