Authentically Adele

Today, my little one put me to the test, and oh boy, it was like a whirlwind! Picture this: we’d conquered the whole morning routine with lots of begging and prodding , in trying to get them moving…. Each task seemed to be harder than the one before. Please children get out of bed now, ok change, let’s go eat, let’s have devotion, what’s next… brush teeth…awesome. Ok now we are ready to leave for school.

Mummy: “Ariah please go and get your pink jacket and your school bag so that we can leave.”

Ariah walks off complaining: “ahhh mum, you’re controlling me.”

You know that feeling when your internal alarm bells start ringing, and you can practically hear your inner African parent gearing up for action? Yep, that was me. But instead of unleashing my inner parent fury, I opted for cool composure and calmly stated, “ I’m not controlling you. I’m simply giving you instructions to follow.”

Ariah: “But you are. I’m not a robot you know!”

It took my guardian angel and a whole lot of Jesus to hold me back today! If I had to try that with my parents at the age of three, wait no correct that at an to age….. I would have verbally signed my death sentence.