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Raising Aidan, Bryanston, Johannesburg (2026)

06/09/2026

SUNDAY FUZZY 🇿🇦🏉💚 ☕️

Last night we watched the 3rd Test of the Greatest Rivalry between the Springboks and the All Blacks, and Aidan was on TOP FORM.

Last week, his celebrations were largely confined to Tess’ table.

This week?
He expanded his territory.

Two additional tables were recruited into the Aidan Bok Supporters Club. 😂

We walked into the restaurant and I felt like a celebrity.
“Melissa!” with huge smiles...
And off we were escorted, right to the front of the restaurant, to one of those tables.
Prime position.
Reserved block sitting on it with my name.
The table everyone else secretly wishes they’d booked.

I’d love to tell you this was because we’ve achieved some sort of local celebrity status.
Truth is, I booked on Sunday and Aidan marched in ahead of me and announced, “There’s our table with your name!” 😂

They were probably just relieved that the person who had reserved prime real estate for the rugby had actually arrived and wasn’t going to saunter in 30 minutes into the game.

But for those few seconds...
I was famous.

Now, watching rugby in South Africa in a pub-style restaurant is a vibe all on its own.

In fact, I genuinely think Rassie is wasting an enormous amount of money on experts when every restaurant in South Africa appears to contain at least 14 highly qualified Springbok coaches willing to provide their services for free.

Particularly when we don’t have possession.
Or we kick the ball away.
Or drop it.
Or do absolutely anything they personally would not have done had Rassie just had the foresight to put them on the coaching staff.
I also noticed we seem to have acquired several new Springbok caps recently.

Amazingly, they all have the same name.

Hugh Bliksem.
What are the chances?! 😂

Because running commentary during a Springbok game is genuinely a spectator sport in itself.
I’ve stopped being horrified by it and started regarding it as part of the entertainment.

There is something quite magnificent about watching otherwise perfectly respectable, conservative men transform into sailors for 80 minutes, while their vocabulary simultaneously shrinks to approximately seven words.

From a VERY conservative Oupa last night:
“C’mon! Don’t wait for the bladdy bliksem!”
“This bliksem can’t kick!”
“At the critical bladdy moment we lose the bladdy ball!”
And my personal favourite...
“OOWWWWW... NOW WE HAVEN’T GOT OX!”
😂😂😂

Meanwhile, amongst all this expert coaching and bladdy blitsems, Aidan was having the absolute time of his life.

Every time the Boks scored, he ERUPTED.
Jumping.
Dancing.
Shouting.
Celebrating with our table.
Then Tess’ table.
Then another table.
And another.

One of the guys at the table next door decided Aidan needed the promotional beanie he’d scored, so Aidan scored double time. 😂

And as if his evening wasn’t already good enough, Tess, who met him last week and subsequently read that his birthday is coming up on the 17th, decided that obviously he needed an early birthday present.
So she arrived with a Springbok cap for him. 🥹💚🇿🇦 Thank you Tess

Honestly, this child.
He walked into a restaurant to watch a rugby match and left with new friends, presents, several tables worth of supporters and enough joy to power half of Johannesburg.

He was one VERY happy Bok supporter last night. 💚🇿🇦🏉

Happy Sunday
Love from
The Mom ❤️

01/09/2026

🌸 SPRING HAS SPRUNG! 🌸

It’s 1 September. Spring Day. 🌷☀️

But far more importantly in this household...
IT IS OFFICIALLY AIDAN’S BIRTHDAY MONTH!!!

And apparently, according to Aidan, Birthday Month means that EVERYTHING HE SEES is a potential birthday present. 🙄😂

For weeks now, every outing has gone something like this:

“Mom, I want this”
It’s your birthday next month.
“Mom, look at THIS!”
Birthday.
“Mom, can I get this Formula One car?”
Birthday.
“Mom, I NEED this soccer sticker pack.”
Birthday.
Hot Wheels.
Ferraris.
Formula One.
Soccer books.
Sticker packs.
Liverpool EVERYTHING.
Kaizer Chiefs EVERYTHING.

And whatever other completely essential item catches his eye for 3.7 seconds. 😑

Quite frankly, if I had bought everything this child has wanted over the past few weeks, we would need a 10-storey house with eleventy-seven rooms, several balconies and a separate wing purely for Hot Wheels.

The child doesn't need a birthday.
He needs his own black card with no limit. 🤦🏼‍♀️😂

I have quietly bought the odd thing here and there because I am attempting to spread the financial devastation across several weeks rather than declaring bankruptcy on 17 September.

But LORD HELP ME.
If I have to look at another Hot Wheel, Ferrari, Liverpool shirt, Kaizer Chiefs anything, soccer sticker, Formula One car or hear...
“Mom, I want...”..my ears may actually start bleeding. 😂

And then, on the weekend he found the Ferrari section.
Not just a Ferrari, mind you.
A FIVE-PACK OF FERRARIS.

Because apparently one Ferrari would be ridiculous. 🙄

And look at that FACE holding the Formula One car. 😂😂😂

He knows exactly what he's doing.

16 days to go.
Pray for me.
Or send a black card!!

Either will be gratefully accepted. 🤣🤣🤣

30/08/2026

SUNDAY FUZZY ☕️

Last night we watched the second Test against the All Blacks in the Greatest Rivalry... and as usual, taking Aidan anywhere involving a crowd and a bit of excitement turned into an EVENT. 😂

His evening started when someone gave him a Springbok scarf.

Well.

You would swear he'd been personally selected for the squad. 😂💚💛

Aidan has a thing for national anthems. He knows an extraordinary number of them, along with most of the world's flags, so naturally when New Zealand's anthem started, he sang along.

Then came ours, which he sang with his entire heart and soul.

Oupa was killing himself laughing because apparently Aidan knows the Afrikaans part better than anything else.

Aidan does not speak a word of Afrikaans. 😂

And then...

THE HAKA.

One of Aidan's favourite things on earth.

Now, he may be a staunch South African supporter, but when the All Blacks do the Haka, all loyalties are temporarily suspended.

Aidan WILL do the Haka.

In public.

With commitment.

And he does not give a flying fuzz who is watching. 😂

Then the rugby started.

For those who have never met Aidan, his voice comes with its own built-in amplification system.

When the Boks scored, EVERYBODY knew about it.

At some point he wandered over to the table next to us to celebrate with a woman I now know is Tess. First there were high fives.

Then celebrations.

Then hugs.

Then screaming.

Then dancing.

By the end of the evening, the two of them were hugging each other for so long you'd swear they'd arrived together. 😂

And when the celebrations really got going, Aidan, Tess and the staff were all dancing.

It was an absolute riot.

That's the thing about Aidan.

You can't really take him anywhere with a crowd and some excitement without him somehow turning the whole thing into a party.

He doesn't care whether he knows you.

Apparently that's a minor administrative detail that can be sorted out later. 😂

So if you ever need to rent a crowd to create a bit of atmosphere, don't waste your money.

You just need a few warm bodies...

and Aidan.

He'll sort out the fun. 😂💚💛

The Boks won.

Aidan was ecstatic.

And somewhere along the way, a woman called Tess went from sitting at the next table to celebrating like she'd known him forever.

We had an absolute blast.

Happy Sunday
Love from the Mom ❤️ 🇿🇦🏉💚💛 Springboks

23/08/2026

SUNDAY FUZZY ☕️🇿🇦

This is Aidan yesterday, singing the national anthem before the Springbok game with Oupa.

And this video makes it look like we had the most wonderful afternoon.

Which we did.

Sort of. 😂

Because what this video doesn't show you is that Aidan is driving me absolutely INSANE at the moment.

He has become demanding, impatient and unbelievably entitled.

He talks over me when I'm speaking to someone else.

If he asks me a question and I don't answer within approximately 0.4 seconds, he gets annoyed.

Yesterday he wanted to order a second meal at the restaurant when he hadn't even finished the first one, and then got stroppy when I said no.

We'd already eaten out earlier in the day.

By the time my mom asked me last night if I'd enjoyed myself, my answer was basically:

"Ag ja. It was okay. Aidan is driving me mad." 😂

And then I looked at this video.

This is the strange thing about raising Aidan.

Two things can be true at exactly the same time.

He can be absolutely bloody delightful.

And he can be absolutely bloody impossible.

I can watch him singing the anthem, completely caught up in the moment, laughing with a stranger and standing tucked under his Oupa's arm...

and my heart can burst.

And ten minutes later I can be wondering what happened to the sweet child I raised and who replaced him with this entitled teenager. 😂

And THAT is something I've been thinking about lately.

Where does disability end and ordinary teenage behaviour begin?

Because not everything is Costello Syndrome.

Not everything is autism.

Not everything needs an accommodation.

Sometimes he's overwhelmed.

Sometimes he's anxious.

Sometimes he genuinely can't regulate himself.

And sometimes he's nearly 17 and being a pain in the arse.

The difficult bit for me as his mother is knowing which one I'm dealing with.

Because understanding why your child behaves a certain way doesn't mean you stop parenting them.

Aidan needs allowances for the things he genuinely cannot do.

But he also needs boundaries for the things he absolutely CAN do.

He needs to learn that other people matter.

That Mom doesn't have to answer immediately.

That you don't get everything you want simply because you want it.

And that being disabled doesn't exempt you from learning how to treat the people around you.

Maybe that's part of raising a disabled child that we don't talk about enough.

We're so busy advocating for understanding and accommodation that sometimes we forget something equally important:

Our children also have to grow up.

So yes, Mom.

I DID enjoy myself yesterday.

I loved watching Aidan sing the anthem.

I loved seeing him with Oupa.

I loved watching him make another instant friend because, well... Aidan.

I could just have done without approximately 63% of everything he did in between.

And the Boks losing to New Zealand didn't exactly improve my mood either 🇿🇦

Happy Sunday
Love from the Mom ❤️

P.S... Gia's on Montrose next week! 🇿🇦
I've been told to look forward to their launch of...
da da da daaaaa... 🙈
THE BOMB SQUAD!!!! 💣🍺
More on that during the week. 😁 Springboks Gias on Montrose

16/08/2026

SUNDAY FUZZY ☕️

Last Saturday I saw a woman in Woolies who has stayed in my head all week.

She was elderly, and with her was a man of about 50, maybe older. He was clearly mentally and physically disabled. He shuffled along, hanging onto her from behind.

And she looked absolutely finished.

Not unkind.
Not uncaring.
Just... done for the day.

I recognised that look immediately. 😂

Because here's the funny thing about caregiving...

People generally only see the five minutes they're standing next to you.

They don't see the 45 minutes that came before it.

When Aidan is out, he's hilarious.

He talks the hind leg off a donkey. He chats to strangers. He asks questions. He's funny and engaging and innocent, and people LOVE him.

And I love that about him too.

But sometimes I've walked into Woolies or Checkers needing ONE thing.

"Aidan, we're literally running in and out. I'm in a hurry. I have an appointment."

Five minutes. MAX.

Except Aidan wants to "quickly look" at something.

Then something else.

Then comes the "yes, but..."

Then another "yes, but..."

Then another "quickly..."

And 30 requests to PLEASE COME NOW later, my five-minute trip has become 45 minutes and Mother Theresa has quietly left the building.

Godzilla has arrived. 😂

And THAT'S often the moment someone else walks into the story.

They see this lovely, visibly disabled young man who just wants to look at something...
..and his apparently impatient mother losing her s**t.

What they didn't see were the previous 44 minutes. 😂

This week we've had another one.

Aidan has had a horrible cold, topped off with seasonal allergies and a cough.

"I hate this cold."

Two minutes later...

"I hate this cold."

Two minutes later...

"I hate this cold."

"I know, my love. I heard you."

Two minutes later...

"I HATE THIS COLD."

Now, I have sensory issues of my own. Repetitive sounds, whining and screaming eventually make my brain feel like someone is attacking it with a cheese grater.

So somewhere around the 400th rendition of I Hate This Cold, Mother Theresa once again packs her bags and Godzilla clocks in for her shift. 😂

And again, if you happen to walk into the room at THAT moment, what do you see?

A sick, disabled kid telling his mother he feels kak...
..and his mother yelling.

Mother/Caregiver of the Year. 🏆😂

Which brings me back to that woman in Woolies.

I looked at her differently.

I didn't wonder why she looked irritated.

I wondered what the 45 minutes before I saw her had looked like.

Or the five hours.

Or the five years.

Or the fifty.

Because caregiving doesn't become exhausting when the person you're caring for becomes older.

We just seem to understand the exhaustion better when we can finally see it on the caregiver.

When caregivers are younger, energetic, dressed nicely, laughing, working, building businesses and getting on with life, it's much easier to assume they're coping beautifully.

And sometimes we are.

Sometimes we're having an absolute blast.

Aidan and I laugh A LOT.

But loving someone enormously doesn't magically give you an unlimited nervous system.

You can adore someone and still become overwhelmed by them.

You can know they can't help something and still desperately wish they'd STOP DOING IT.

You can be incredibly grateful for your life and still occasionally want five bloody minutes in which nobody needs anything from you.

Those things can exist together.

So perhaps the next time you see a parent or caregiver looking impatient, frazzled, irritated or decidedly unlike Mother Theresa...

Don't judge the five minutes you witnessed.

You don't know what happened in the 45 minutes before you arrived.

And if you see me out somewhere looking like I'm about to murder my delightful, chatty child...

Just smile.

Mother Theresa is probably on lunch.

Godzilla's covering her shift. 😉❤️

Happy Sunday,
love from the Mom ❤️

09/08/2026

SUNDAY FUZZY ☕❤️ | WOMEN'S DAY EDITION

Happy Women's Day to all the women who are spending Women's Day being celebrated in the traditional manner...
Looking after everyone else. 😂

I personally kicked off my Women's Day weekend by nursing a potentially allergic teenager, catching his raging cold, medicating both of us and generally keeping the wheels on.
Because nothing says "celebrate women" quite like motherhood.

I NEVER get sick.
Seriously. Aidan can cough, sneeze and splutter his way through every germ circulating Johannesburg and somehow I remain standing.
Until Friday.

We were standing in a queue and I put my face right up close to his to tease him about something.
So naturally, my child with absolutely ZERO concept of germ control thought it would be hilarious to BLOW STRAIGHT INTO MY MOUTH.

While he has a raging cough and cold.
Thanks my boy. 😑

By late yesterday I was sniffling and dosing myself with everything in the cupboard.
FYI: Sinuclear did nothing.
ACC200? THE BOMB 😉

I'm feeling much better this morning, although my throat feels like I spent the night swallowing chainsaws.

But THAT wasn't even yesterday's drama!!!!!!

Friday night, in preparation for the ... ... *BIG rugby game*... ... Aidan managed to negotiate pizza AND cashew nuts.

He had one or two cashews that evening and finished the rest yesterday morning.

A little while later he came through RED AS A TOMATO, shouting that he was itchy.
And when I say itchy...
The child was scratching like there was no tomorrow.

My stomach dropped.
Because we've done anaphylaxis before.

I gave him an antihistamine, but he was getting increasingly agitated and then said he felt like he was going to vomit.

Now add a raging cold to the mix and I couldn't even work out whether his face looked puffy because of the cold or because we were heading into another allergic reaction.

He wanted a bath.
Then, from the bath:
"Mom, I'm going to throw up."
Fine. Toilet.
"No. You'd better get me a basin."
😳

When AIDAN tells me to get a basin, I GET A BASIN.
Actually, I got a bucket. 😂
And thank goodness I did.

After he was sick, everything gradually started settling. The itching eased, the redness came down and my child bounced back as though he hadn't just removed approximately ten years from my life expectancy.

The interesting part?
The cashew packet says "packed in a facility that also handles peanuts."
Aidan has a peanut allergy.

So now we have a new mystery to solve.
Was there peanut cross-contamination?
Or has cashew just joined the list of things trying to kill my child?

Either way, it's something we'll be taking VERY seriously before he goes anywhere near nuts again.

Meanwhile, by last night he was FAR more concerned about the Springboks than his mother's shattered nervous system.

His DStv app wasn't working, so he woke up this morning to discover we'd WON.

GO BOKKE!!! 🇿🇦🇿🇦🇿🇦

And a little update on our raffle... ❤️

I'm officially cancelling it.
I haven't pushed it nearly as much as I normally would because there was something fairly significant happening behind the scenes.

The wonderful news is that I managed to secure the funds I needed, so I've contacted everyone who bought tickets and offered to refund them.

What I WASN'T prepared for was how many of you would refuse the refund and tell me to keep it.
You guys. ❤️

I don't ever want to take the trust people place in Raising Aidan for granted. If circumstances change, I will always tell you. If money raised for something is no longer needed for that purpose, I will always give you the choice to have it back.

Thank you to every single person who supported us. Whether you accepted your refund or told me to keep it, the support behind that R100 meant far more than the R100 itself.

Happy Women's Day, ladies. ❤️
May somebody look after YOU today too.

Happy Sunday
Love from the Mom ❤️

02/08/2026

SUNDAY FUZZY ☕😂

I've been looking for a desk for months. I've decided sharing workspace with my messy teenager has officially come to an end. And working off my coffee table is ... well... it's also just not working!

Yesterday I popped into Mr Price Home to have "one last look."

I'd found the desk a few weeks ago.
Solid wood. Beautiful carved detail. Exactly what I've been looking for.
Price?
R5,000.

Now here's the thing...

Two weeks ago the matching console table in the same range had been marked down to around R2,500, and it sat there because nobody was buying it.

So I made a deal with the Desk Gods. 🤣

"If I walk into the store today and this desk has been marked down... it's a sign it's meant to come home with me."

No sale sticker.
But...
There was a QR code hanging ON THE DESK saying I could buy it online.

So I scanned it.
R1,000.
I nearly fell over.

I immediately tried to order it.
Out of stock online.
No stores had stock either.

Yet there I was... standing in front of the desk.
Looking at it.
Touching it.
Admiring it.
I could have licked it if I'd wanted to!!!!

So I called the manager over.
Clearly the mistake needed fixing because I now NEEEEEDED this desk for R1,000. It was literally right there in front of us.

He looked at the pic on my phone and said,
"No... it's a different desk."

Me: 🤔
"But the QR code is hanging on THIS desk... and the photo looks identical."

He insisted they were different and that my eyes simply weren't seeing the obvious differences.

Now, I completely understand it's his job to defend the integrity of his employer's pricing, and I'm sure he didn't have the authority to approve a R4,000 discount.

But...

I zoomed in.
I compared every angle.

I even started asking random shoppers for their opinion, who were probably wondering why this strange woman had suddenly recruited them into CSI: Desk Edition.

Now I'm genuinely curious...
Am I missing something?

Or would you also think it's the same desk?

📊 POLL

👍 Same desk. Mr Price should honour the QR code.
🤔 Different desk. Melissa, let it go.
😂 The Desk Gods are just messing with you.

Swipe through the photos before you vote!

Happy Sunday
Love from The Mom ❤️

26/07/2026

Sunday Fuzzy ☕️

This happened during the week, but it made me smile every time I thought about it.

I recently inherited a glass dining set. The previous owner didn't want it, so it became one of those "keep it, sell it" decisions.

I tried selling it exactly as it was.

No bites.

To be fair... the mustardy orange and yellow velvet chair cushions weren't exactly helping. 😅

So instead of recovering them, I thought I'd experiment with Tjhoko Paint. If I fall in love with the finished look, I might keep the set for the veranda one day. If it sells afterwards, then it was simply meant for someone else.

The transformation has only just begun, but I'm already amazed at how good it's looking.

The part that really made me laugh, though, had nothing to do with the chairs.

Aidan wandered over, decided he was going to help, and happily unscrewed all the chair seats for me, but told me this had to be done while blasting heavy metal through the house.

Now, maybe it's just me, but I've always associated heavy metal with teenagers who want absolutely nothing to do with adults. The stereotype is that they're too busy rebelling against the world to spend time helping their mom.

Yet there was my "heavy metal" teenager, proudly asking me to film him helping, so we could send the video to granny. ❤️

Life has a funny way of reminding us not to judge people by the labels we attach to them.

Oh... and if you've got old furniture with good bones, don't dismiss it because of a terrible fabric choice or paint job. Sometimes a little creativity is all it needs. I'm a sucker for a good DIY renovation.

Happy Sunday
Love from the Mom ❤️

🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞

Thank you to everyone who has supported our raffle so far! ❤️

We're now just three weeks away from the draw, so if you've been meaning to grab a ticket, now's the perfect time.

⭐ 1st Prize: The Ultimate Skincare Bundle
✨ Day Repair
✨ Night Repair
✨ Eye Repair
✨ Night Serum
✨ Cleanser & Toner
Value: R4,250

⭐ 2nd Prize: The Foundation Bundle
(The exact combination that helped me lose 36 kg of cortisol weight!)
✨ Magnesium Glycinate
✨ Magnesium Taurate
✨ Magnesium L-Threonate
✨ Vitamin D³
✨ Vital Sculpt
Value: R1,380

⭐ 3rd Prize: Lash Liner Tattoo
Kindly donated by The Nail Lady ❤️
Johannesburg (Ferndale)
Value: R800

🎟️ Tickets are R100 each.

🎟️ Only 300 tickets are available.

🎟️ Every ticket gives you a 1 in 300 chance of winning.

🎟️ The draw will take place on National Women's Day (9 August), or when all the tickets have sold out.

The ticket link and EFT details are in the comments.

If buying a ticket isn't possible right now, sharing this post could help us reach someone who can ❤️

19/07/2026

Sunday Fuzzy ☕️

This week has been one of those weeks.

You know the kind...

The washing machine broke. There was decluttering to do. A hundred little jobs that all somehow became urgent at the same time. And somewhere in the middle of all the chaos, Oupa arrived with an electric shaver.
When he mentioned he had one for Aidan... I was nagged and nagged and nagged to remind Oupa to bring it.

So, of course, when it arrived, off came the bum fluff that had been building momentum under his chin.

But it didn't stop there.

The next thing, he was shaving his arm hair. He's not a hairy boy, so I had to realllllly bring out the magnifying glass for that and, of course, exclaim how much better his arms looked.

Then the legs... Quite frankly, he has every cyclist's dream of naturally hairless legs. But I had to tell him his hairy legs were just far too hairy for the world to face, so that had to be rectified. Off came all that unsightly hair. (OH to be so naturally hairless!)

But what got me (and Fyness)... brace yourselves!!

I was shoulder-deep in sorting and decluttering, completely distracted, when Aidan came up behind me and said, "Look, Mom, I trimmed my eyebrows."

Now, the word "trimmed" to you and me has a vastly different meaning to what it does to Aidan. He has been known to trim his own hair because it was bothering him... only for me to discover bald patches in the most awkward of places.

So, hearing this, I suddenly felt a jolt of dreaded anticipation ripple through my body as I slowly turned around to face him, bracing myself for the onslaught of what I was about to see.

And there it was...

Da da da daaaa....

My eyebrowless wonder!

My child, in all his pride and glory, had shaved his eyebrows right off!

And all I could muster was, "Wow, my boy... were they bothering you?"

While Fyness, with her big wide eyes and a stifled mixture of shock, horror and hysterical silent laughter, looked at me sideways while quietly gathering herself off the floor.

So... how was your week?
😁

Thank you to everyone who has supported us by buying raffle tickets so far! We now have a brand-new fundraising goal...

Eyebrow implants!! 😆

Actually... Nita could probably just tattoo some eyebrows on him instead. 🤔😂

So please support our Eyebrow Fund! R100 per ticket.

⭐ 1st Prize: The Ultimate Skincare Bundle
✨ Day Repair
✨ Night Repair
✨ Eye Repair
✨ Night Serum
✨ Cleanser & Toner
Value: R4,250

⭐ 2nd Prize: The Foundation Bundle
(The exact combination that helped me lose 36kg of cortisol weight!)
✨ Magnesium Glycinate
✨ Magnesium Taurate
✨ Magnesium L-Threonate
✨ Vitamin D³
✨ Vital Sculpt
Value: R1,380

⭐ 3rd Prize: Lash Liner Tattoo
Kindly donated by The Nail Lady ❤️
Johannesburg (Ferndale)
Value: R800

🎟️ Tickets are R100 each.

🎟️ Only 300 tickets are available.

🎟️ Every ticket gives you a 1 in 300 chance of winning a prize.

The draw will take place on National Women's Day (9 August), or sooner if all the tickets sell out.

Every ticket helps us keep navigating Team Aidan's adventures... eyebrow-less or otherwise. 😅❤️

Ticket link and EFT details are in the comments.

If buying a ticket isn't possible right now, sharing this post could help us reach someone who can.

Happy Sunday.

Love from
The Mom ❤️

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