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 Jemma love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jemma love. Show all posts

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



Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Happy Birthday Jemma Roo!

You were born on Sunday 15 February 2009 at 20h08. You weighed 2.9kg and were 49cm in length. Your nose was a little squashed but you had no other marks on you. You were beautiful – and you still are.

Although I really loved being pregnant again, it had been a tougher pregnancy than with Ella. She started school in October 2008 and started to get sick quite often, Dad and I got sick too and I just couldn’t get better. We were also having a tough time financially and were both very stressed. With a much busier job this time around - and a toddler to consider, I didn’t have a lot of time to relax and really prepare myself for the fact that you were on your way. So when I finally finished work on Friday 13th I was relieved and thought that I would have about a week to take life easy before you arrived. That night we were at Granny’s house and I told Dad that I needed a break – I just had to chill and spend some time thinking about you. It was Valentine’s Day the next day so there were lots of Valentine's Day promotions. Nanna did some phoning around and managed to find us a great deal at a hotel in Sandton - it was also really close to the hospital in case I needed to get there fast! It was great to spend time with Dad, to relax and eat well. After dinner we sat outside enjoying the gorgeous evening, and for the first time in a long time, I felt comfortable. I spoke to you and told you that I would be ready whenever you were. On Sunday morning I felt much better, although I didn't feel much like eating. I had a little snooze on the couch in the afternoon and at 16h20 I suddenly felt a strange pressure in my tummy. I couldn’t sit still and needed to walk around. Even though we had been through it before I didn’t know if this was labour as, once again, I had not had Braxton Hicks contractions so didn’t know if this was them. I started to feel the pressure more frequently and I eventually spoke to Aunty Gill (who is a doctor), she said that because Ella’s birth had been so fast, we should probably just go to the hospital. We phoned Nanna and Granny and arranged to leave Ella with Granny for the night, just in case you did arrive. I started to make Ella dinner but decided it wasn’t a good idea. I just wasn't feeling great at all - so we loaded everything into the car, dropped Ella off with Granny and drove like crazy to the hospital with me, once again, gripping the door handle with every contraction.

By the time we got to the hospital at around 19h00, I was in full-blown labour. One of my biggest fears was that Dr Cameron wouldn't be available at the time of your birth, but luckily he was on call that weekend and he was already at the hospital with another patient. As soon as he saw me in the corridor he started to prep me. It all happened even quicker than before, I was rapidly dilating and my entire body was shaking. It was time for Dr Cameron to do the epidural. Not long after that they wheeled me into the delivery room and I could still feel the contractions, there hadn’t been enough time for the epidural to take full effect – they weren’t painful, just uncomfortable. It was 19h50, after a few deep breaths and one huge push you were born. It was 20h08 - a little more than an hour since we had arrived at the hospital. Dr Cameron handed you to me – all white and wrinkly, and Dad and I both looked at you in utter amazement. Our second little girl. Just because we had been through it before didn’t mean that the experience was any less incredible – and it had happened so fast that it just didn’t seem real – and again, Dad still had his sunglasses sitting on his head!


The nurse took you away to weigh you and wrap you up and then gave you back to me for your first feed. Again, we were lucky because the hospital was quiet and so we were able to spend lots of time in the delivery room without any interruptions - just the 3 of us. Dad and I falling more in love with you with every second. When we were finally taken to the ward, I was so hungry but it was late and dinner had already been served. The nurse managed to organise some toasted sarmies - we sat eating them in the dim light of my little area in the ward, chatting quietly while you lay sleeping beside us. Those were the best toasted sarmies ever!

The next day Ella came to visit you, she was so excited Jem and couldn't wait to hold you. She has just turned 3 (as you have today) so was still really little. She sat beside me on the bed, holding you and just staring at you, trying to get you to hold her hand. While you were still in my tummy, she nicknamed you Baby Roo, and so that's how you became Jemma Roo.


That, my sweet girl, is the story of your birth. It's been an amazing 3 years with you. You're such a chilled little chick - but you're also fearless and funny and fiercely independent, and you get really mad when things don't go your way! But you don't hang onto stuff, you get over things pretty quickly and go back to being your cheery self. You love school - you get cross with me because I take Ella to school first instead of you - and when you finally get to school you run off to look for your friends. You're really affectionate - it just comes naturally to you. I love holding your hand - I always give it a little squeeze and you squeeze mine back. You love books and Hello Kitty and Tinkerbell and Smurfs. In the mornings, driving from Ella's school to yours, you love for me to make up a 'Once Upon A Time...' story about you and Smurfette, and you always giggle at the end.

Sweet Jem, you fill our hearts with joy! We have great adventures to embark on with you. We're so blessed to have you with us, and we love you with all of our hearts.

xoxo
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