January 11th saw the start of a new school year in South Africa. For our family, this year that particular day was pretty significant. Okay, awesomely significant! My oldest grandson, Phoenix, started school. Of course, this has caused another glut of photos on my cell phone, my son’s bank balance to diminish, and my Saturday alarm clock to be set far too early for this “not-a-morning-person” person.
The first repercussion from this I’m sure you’ll understand. I mean, who doesn’t want...need a gazillion first day of school photos; first cricket match; first play; first— I think you get the idea. In fact, most of you have probably been there, done that, and gotten the T-shirt in every size and color to prove it, too.
The second repercussion... Well, who even has a bank balance once their kids start school? Scrap that, once they’re born.
As for my Saturday alarm issue... Well Phoenix decided to start playing cricket—yes, all of not even seven years old. And they play matches EVERY Saturday, unless it’s raining. At 7.30 in the morning!
It was at this weekend's match as my husband and I were watching the boys play this gentleman’s sport, picking out who already displayed incredible talent at bowling, batting, and fielding at such a tender age, that my hubby said something which stood out to me . . .
One day some of these little chaps could be standing on the great pitches of our country. Maybe even the world. That thought made me think about my own writing career—where I was a decade ago, where I am today, and where, with hard work and developing my talent, I can be in the future. Just like these little cricketers. After all, the great writers of the world didn’t start out on international bookshelves. They started with that first word, written on a blank unknown piece of paper. Just like me.
MARION UECKERMANN's passion for writing was sparked when she moved to Ireland with her family. Her love of travel has influenced her contemporary inspirational romances set in novel places. Marion and her husband again live in South Africa, but with two gorgeous grandsons hanging their hats at the house next door, their empty nest's no longer so empty.
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Fun post, Marion. At least the gazillion photos now get stored on hard drives and not tattered boxes around the house!
ReplyDeleteYes, when we remember to back them up :)
ReplyDeleteSweet photos, Marion! They grow up too fast! So much changes in a decade.
ReplyDeleteIt does, Lisa. If I look where I was ten years ago ... everything is different (except my house LOL).
DeleteExciting, isn't it!!!
DeleteYES! It's a rollercoaster :)
ReplyDeleteExciting times for you all! Enjoy every moment.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Ruth.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Ruth.
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