Good day Bloggets. Oh, my goodness. I have had such an
exciting day. Not. Well, what better to do on a rainy day as clean our guest
room? My word, it was rather shocking. It took two hours to do… It’s so
difficult though when you can’t see and you have spent the past five weeks
putting peoples Christmas gifts in there, Christmas wrapping paper old and new
and then there were our stockings half full and our gifts from Christmas and when
we got the kitchen fitted, there were still a few things in there from the old
kitchen that I didn’t want to throw away but didn’t know where to put it!
On top of all that, it’s our ironing room, so, our ironing
board, ironing basket and washing basket the kind you take washing out to hang
on the line… and, my Sons rocking horse that I will never give away as my Mum
bought it for him when he was one, the month before she died. Every time I look
at it, I feel so sad as she bought it with such love but it has so much sadness
around it as by that point I had been blind for five months and I never
actually saw it or saw my baby on it… but, I hope it will have a place in the
heart of my Son when he sees his baby on it in the future. At my house of
course as I don’t want to ever part with it as I went with my Mum to buy it at
the time I was so grieving over my sight loss and the death of my darling Dad
who I loved so very much. Little did I know at the time of purchasing it with
my Mum she would be following the path of my Dad within weeks.
I named the horse Holly as she was a Christmas gift and my Son
was too young to think of a name. I don’t know who is crazier, me for doing
this, or my baby for doing what I told him to do… but he was a baby, so I guess
that leaves one person… I used to get him to pretend to feed it a carrot. He did
so again whether to pacify his daft Mum, not sure. But he would stretch his
tiny hand to Holly’s mouth to feed it and I would sit him on the horse and hold
onto him as the horse had her carrot she used to rock faster and I would slow
down and tell him, she was getting hungry again and he needed me to lift him
off her and he had to feed her again. And, brush her mane followed by grooming
her tail, and then he would be lifted back up to gallop purposefully through
the forests passing by all the animals which I of course as his crazy Mummy would
provide him with all the sound affects of each creature that he passed on his
horse. I would say look Holly, there’s a squirrel, or some kind of bird we
would galop along the sandy beach and I would tell him about the fish and
sharks of course when there were sharks, he would have to galop even faster
then canter and eventually trot before Holly needed to sleep.
And his Mummy would need a cup of coffee…
© Fiona Cummings
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