Family Archive

30 Oct 2016

Bloom where you are planted

After a long, extremely busy and stressful winter, my favourite season of the year made its appearance a few weeks ago – Spring (although it feels like mid-summer here in SA already!) Spring is a season which
13 Jul 2016

The Promise of Blue Cheese

Have you ever craved something so badly you could actually taste it in your mouth? You knew exactly what it was supposed to look, taste and smell like. You could even determine how that one thing would
31 May 2016

A different kind of normal

As most of you probably know, April was world autism awareness month. A month dedicated to educate and make the world aware that autism is indeed real and that the numbers of kids diagnosed are on the increase
23 Feb 2016

The unspoken heart ache

The beginning of a new school year…..social media, news bulletins, newspaper headings, morning radio shows are all flooded with the same thing, first day of school, pictures of happy kids in their brand new uniform, shiny shoes
14 Feb 2016

God fearing parents

It is not something I used to think about while I was growing up.  It’s one of those things that you take for granted until you’re old enough to realise how privileged you are. My mom and
2 Feb 2016

A breath of fresh air

Have you ever drowned? Or rather, almost drowned? The feeling where you are gasping for air, lungs burning, every time just getting enough to keep you going for a few seconds before the need to gasp for
1 Nov 2015

No greater love

There is a saying in the autism community that goes: “If you want to know how to treat a child with autism…look to their sibling, they will show you.” I totally agree, there is no greater love
13 Sep 2015

You always have a choice

Since I could remember, I was a sucker for any inspirational movie, sport stars with an inspirational success story behind them, stories of people that overcame great barriers in life to be successful, in fact I still
16 Aug 2015

Old Big Foot

  This one is for all of you who don’t fit the regular mould, literally! Whose feet or thighs or arms and legs or behind are just not the “right” size or shape. That size and shape
4 Aug 2015

Angels along the way

  The words of Steven Curtis Chapman’s song “Jesus will meet you there” touch my heart every time I listen to it, maybe because I experience it every day on my journey with Gian. “Whatever road this
26 Jul 2015

The Big Move

Moving around is not in my blood. I come from a line of farmers who stayed in one place their whole lives. For the first seventeen years of my life we only moved once when I was
7 Jul 2015

Home is where the heart is

They say home is where the heart is and that the kitchen is the heart of the home. I fully agree with this. But, the heart needs a pulse, something that makes it alive. An empty kitchen,
1 Jul 2015

Why me?

A question, so many of us ask God sometime in our life when things do not turn out the way we plan or if something bad happens to you… A question, I asked God a few times
12 Jun 2015

Getting Up

I can still remember the over-sized, sunny lounge in the farm house where I grew up. In it stood a wooden couch that my parents got from Ouma Cloete (my Dad’s mom) when she moved to a
4 Jun 2015

I am a farm girl

  I have been able to spot someone who had grown up on a farm all my life.  It’s not as if they talk differently or dress funny or anything as obvious as that — it’s more
25 May 2015

Spiced biscuits, Cutex remover and hairspray

When I was seventeen, in my final year of high school, I was sitting in a cold exam hall. We were waiting to write an Afrikaans Creative writing exam. It was one of those exams where you
25 May 2015

Through Heaven’s Eyes

My grandmother was a formidable woman. She grew up on a farm near a river in the Free State in a time when a trip to church or school meant a 4-hour trek with a horse drawn
17 May 2015

Om ‘n Ouma te hê…

This is the original essay in Afrikaans, as referred to in  “Spiced biscuits, Cutex remover and hairspray.”   Deur Pauli Havemann, 17 jaar   Dit was ‘n lang pad ek onthou. Elke boompie, telefoonpaal en plaasopstal het