Friendship

There are plenty of things that grows better in time. The full richness of a gloriously ruby red wine, the looks of certain boringly plain ugly boys into gorgeous handsome husbands ๐Ÿ˜‰ , deliciously matured steaks, that pair of shoes that has adapted and taken on the exact mould of your feet, and friendship….

Under the wikipedia description of friendship, they state amongst other things : Value that is found in friendships is often the result of a friend demonstrating the following on a consistent basis:

-The tendency to desire what is best for the other
-Sympathy and empathy
-Honesty, perhaps in situations where it may be difficult for others to speak the truth, especially in terms of pointing out the perceived faults of one’s counterpart
-Mutual understanding and compassion; ability to go to each other for emotional support
-Enjoyment of each other’s company
-Trust in one another
-The ability to be oneself, express one’s feelings and make mistakes without fear of judgement.

This weekend I attended my friend’s 40th birthday celebration. Her best friend that she has known since childhood was there. It was fabulous to see such an unbelievably genuine display of friendship between two people.

There is a saying that goes; “blood is what makes you a relative, a relationship is what makes you family” How true! Friendship forms like a precious pearl. Layer upon layer of mother-of-pearl, coat a grain of sand until the iridescent gem is formed.

Friendship is exactly the same, layers of trust and appreciation, love, acceptance, life experiences, fun, laughter, sadness, support and so much more add to a relationship that bonds you together tighter than blood.

Reflecting on my friendships past and present, I must admit that I don’t make a very good friend. My best friend from high school still remains like family to me, but I realize that I don’t confide in her or anyone else for that matter. I don’t share my sadness or stresses, my fears or worry. I do however feel that if you are truly bonded as friends there would be no need, your friend will know when you are in distress or in need of support and you wouldn’t have to say anything. They will be there when you need a good cry, laugh when you laugh, aid you without being asked.

According to my husband – which I might add is a very good judge of character – most of my friends do not have my best interests at heart, and most are not truly supportive of my endeavors. I am an honest friend to them though, and I do give my opinion and support honestly. I am truly bad at keeping contact, so to the friends I neglect, I’m sorry. I always feel judged by friends, but I remain true to who I am. So according to the definition of value in friendship, I fail miserably at being a good friend.

I am grateful for the friends I have that I know are supportive and that leaves me with a smile and warmth in my heart…they may not be that many, but I will treasure them.

It is times when you witness a great bond of friendship and where you “feel” the connection between people that you want to be a better friend.
True friendship is so preciously beautiful.

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Run!!!!

The annual athletics inter house at the girls school, was held today. After “weeks” of preparation, they were filled with mixed emotions of excitement and dread. My eldest told me in her most “poor me” voice that her attempts at running ended in nothing more than an almost last place.

So as any good parent, I tried to tell her that trying her best is all that counts and that ending last does not matter whatsoever to me and her dad. Obviously this was a failed attempt on my part to repair her already damaged ego…poor thing. If only we can let our kids know that school is only a small social experience in a much bigger global scheme, and that after school all these little trivial things will seem like a whole lot of nonsense.

My youngest has not yet had any experience with school sports, so this being her first, she was super excited and ready to “win a trophy” ๐Ÿ™‚ she has been running up and down our passage for days “practicing”. Let’s hope she makes it to the end and remains in high spirits at the end of it all!

If we as parents could save our children from disappointment, I’m sure we would gladly do that. So as all the war cries started, the groups started and as the youngest got positioned behind the starting line, I felt so much hope and excitement for her, she set off and looked adorable and determined…she finished 4th.

The eldest set off in her group with a bang, but was more worried about checking that the girls behind her stayed just there…she finished second last. Afterwards she came to me beaming saying “you were right mommy, I didn’t come last” we had a good chuckle about it, and I was so relieved that her spirits were still high, and that she had so much fun doing it.

To me that fourth and second last place felt like first ๐Ÿ™‚

The Cape Winelands in color

I often wonder how people perceive the world. I adore the Cape Winelands and going to visit my mom and dad always leaves me with a scenic trip that stimulates all my senses. It might only be a twenty minute drive there, but it is always beautiful no matter how turbulent or glorious the weather.

I always look at the mountains and vineyards and my mind automatically tries to formulate which colors I would have to blend to get the specific greens or blues or browns. What a magnificent masterpiece of creation.

I would never paint any landscapes. I know with certainty that I would never be able to capture the essence and beauty of it, and would not be able to do it any justice. There is something so unbelievably spectacular about the shadows cast over the mountains and the soft white clouds slowly creeping over that I feel it cannot be captured.

The air seems crisper and the sheer size of the mountains towering around you, makes you appreciate their stature and power in the scheme of things. The vineyards and the smell of fermenting grapes well on their way to being transformed into glorious ruby red wine and crisp whites are a smell so familiar and pleasant.

It’s truly beautiful and if you have not been there yet, it is well worth a visit.

That old Bag!

I’m not a “bag” person…I do love a nice looking handbag, but don’t have an obsessive compulsion to get a new one every month. You get two types of handbags in my opinion, too big or too small.

The small ones can’t hold all our necessary daily junk, can hardly hold a phone, sunglasses, keys and what not. Theย big ones seem to swallow up everything, and it is impossible to find anything.

Various solutions are at hand, and with the “super cool” bag organizers you can get nowadays, it seems bag problems are at an end. I received one of these nifty little things a while back, and plonked it into my bag that consisted of only one huge cavity. It worked a treat!!! … For the first day ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

Yes, it had lots of little compartments and a spot for everything, but now I found that I struggled to find anything just as much as I did before. Those little compartments confused me and with an already questionable memory, I just could not remember where I decided to put what. I was left scratching through all the little compartments like an idiot at the shop.

Scientifically gifted as you all know me to be, I have come to the conclusion that all handbags are indeed Black Holes…they pull all sorts of junk into them and retrieval of items seem hopeless. I sometimes feel quite fearful knowing that my bag is reaching the point where I’ll have to sort it out (big sigh).

Sadly I see no solution for females world wide, it’s an unsolvable dilemma. I reckon you should just cram everything in till bursting point, then go shop for a new bag, remove your purse, keys, glasses…and so on. Put that in your new bag, and dump the rest…chances are it will be junk anyway!