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They get there at their pace: David got back to a choronko with gusto


Dear all,

Today is another childrens’ post to inspire and motivate us parents and guardians and all in here.

The phone to the left, a smart one right? Well, that is what David recently gave up to go back to using a Choronko (slang for basic Chinese gadget, easy to use and cheap to replace). I had offered that smart fone to him when I finally got the honour to use my late brother’s phone (a midway between smart and choronko) last year, and that phone is of course a relic to me. I survive just fine with it and prefer for the younger ones to go crazy over the latest whoever/whatever.

Last Friday, David finally decided he had enough wasting his time and small money on youtube watching Sangoku. He told me he needed to get a choronko. When I said I couldn’t afford one just yet, he said to open his bank and he was going to retrive what was needed. That choronko cost 7000frs and he was very happy with it.

Alain is far ahead of us all, with the type which recognizes your finger print. He bought that with his last year’s savings and I contributed 2/5 of the price as promised for his excellent results in school. You can guess he is the one teaching us lots of techy stuffs in this house.

Gaby isn’t even ready at 8 years to keep a wrist watch, a pair of flops or another pair of shoes (he wears one until useless and then you get another). If you buy more than one and he sees them, be ready to find only one side some time soon thereafter. But his brothers at his age were already clean-trendy conscious lol. He says he will love a phone or tablet if I can afford when he is 12 years.

My point with this post therefore is that, we don’t have to compare our children, nor put pressure on any of them to keep up with any ‘jonses’. That way, we spare us all mental agony and instead accept and celebrate our diversity.

Happy day to all,

Nkongteh (Thank you)

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One of my favs from beloved Maya


The thing to do, it seems to me, is to prepare yourself so you can be a rainbow in somebody else’s cloud. Somebody who may not look like you. May not call God the same name you call God – if they call God at all. I may not dance your dances or speak your language. But be a blessing to somebody. That’s what I think. Maya Angelou