two hundred and eighty nine

 

I am grateful for happy children. My friends and family know how I agonised over the decision as to which school to send my ‘precious’ girls to. We ended up where we ended a little by default. Our first choice couldn’t take both girls. Probably my first lesson in letting go. I am grateful I had no say ultimately because the gentle environment they’ve found themselves in has allowed them to grow in immeasurable ways, ways beyond just academic achievement. Yet they’ve managed that too. But mostly I’m grateful for how I’ve grown, how I’ve learnt to let go a little, to let them be. And not to be too precious about them. You’ll be alright mate has finally got me too.

over it

Ok a little rant. Why always woolworths? I’ve just had an interaction that has seriously left me dumbfounded. Am i losing it? It’s my little niece Anna’s birthday in South Africa, which is eight hours behind us. We had been trying to get hold of her to wish her before she left for school. The girls were trying to call from home while I quickly popped into Woolies. I was second in the queue to pay as I heard the very distinctive viber ring in my bag. Only my family from South Africa call me on viber. I knew it must be little Anna. I grabbed my phone and said hello. The sweetest little voice answered. I with a voice filled with love said, my angel, happy happy birthday my littlest love, looking up as i spoke. To meet the stony flint eyes of my cashier as she shook her head at me with disgust, turning to the next lady in the queue and shaking her head at her too, as if can you believe this woman. I was so thrown. Thankfully the viber call dropped and I turned to the 40 something lady, who had clearly heard the content of my conversation. I beg your pardon, is there a problem I asked?  She said, I was trying to say hello to you and you answered your phone, how rude. She was trying to say hello to me as I took a call from my little niece in South Africa being utterly oblivious to anything but that wonderful moment and she heard me say happy birthday to someone I clearly cared about and she has a problem with that? Because she was trying to say hello to me. She couldn’t cut me some slack? I asked her that exact question. Very politely I promise. She did have a problem with that. And continued to. Seriously, have I lost it? Actually whatever. I’m off to Coles. (And Suse, I’ve been chatting to them. I have been. My head off.)