Gratitude is Everything!

The last few months have been some of the most challenging for our family, the last few days have also just been uncanny in the things that have been happening. It’s tempting to feel overwhelmed by certain events in our lives, however, sometimes the things that happen can be so ‘hectic ‘ that it’s almost impossible to even react. You feel almost numb- there is so much to feel that it goes all the way around to feeling nothing- a defense mechanism I imagine:) Then when you take another look at the same situations, you realise how much there is to be grateful within what may have felt like a calamity.

All is well once again in our family and I am deeply, deeply grateful for our phenomenal children- I feel incredibly blessed to have this family:) I have so much respect for each and everyone of my boys ( all three of you guys!) .
Today ( actually a few weeks ago, I glimpsed a picture of this in passing) I came across someone, that made me rethink everything, that gave me perspective. This is one of thee most inspiring stories I’ve seen or heard in a long time.
Here is someone remarkable I salute you Nick! Thank you!


Bantu Biko Street

This song ‘Bantu Biko Street’ by Simphiwe Dana, feels different today, I dedicate it to our 5 months old little boy Zondwa Bantubonke Kapanen. Your strength and courage continue to amaze me. I am deeply thankful to you and for you.

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Maya Angelou