Giving More Than What We Got

On Friday, my dear five year old asked for a noodle tofu meal from Simply Asia. I decided to treat their sister in Pretoria as well so that she keeps her grocery and personal money for other stuff. Plus… This is me. I can’t buy a treat for only five out of six children anyway.

It was already too close to sunset by the time I’d organised everyone else’s food, pyjamas, early evening meds, so we agreed with my oldest to buy her her meal on Sunday.

Sunday came and she gave me a time. I told her I’d order at 1pm so it would be there by her preferred time.

One o’clock passed. Our non-verbal angel has had bad moments since the start of the weekend. It’s been getting worse every afternoon. (Yesterday afternoon it just built up so badly that I asked for a dentist appointment for her for when her father can take her, and hoped for the best. The dates are far away but there’s no way I can safely take her and carry her while they TRY get her mouth open. Even we can’t, but we need to figure out a way. So I found a dentist advertised as autism friendly and set it out in an email. But that doesn’t solve NOW. Last time I took her to a paed there as nothing to see). Anyway…

I got busy with laundry, with the children, my bones were angry and just became angrier as the day went on but there was no chance to rest and the children needed a lot of supervising and I honestly just wanted to cry..and so I forgot until an hour PAST when I said I would order.

It would be “unlike” me not to keep my word to her.

I have a lot to live up to despite the stupid brain fog the AS also comes with. Ammy again said yesterday that I’m “more” Christian than her dad. I can’t go backwards now.

I’m lying here as I type, fingers cold and sore, and wishing and needing to lie here all day. My tendons and ligaments in my pelvis are inflamed along with my terribly aching bones, so each movement of my leg feels like a tendon is going to snap. It’s sore! But my mind can be at peace.

While I am alive, the children have a mother they can rely on.

Something I never had.

We often want to give them material things we didn’t have. But thanks to my upbringing, I have a lot of other things to give that are FREE (except the food itself, hehe)

Random side note. When my oldest girl told the white lady who owns the ironing place, that she was going to Pretoria, the woman told her not to dare get an Afrikaner boyfriend.

Recently, I had to collect ironing and the woman came out and while laughing, asked, “Did your daughter tell you? I told her she’d better not come back with a white Afrikaner boyfriend!”

South Africa is interesting.😆