Monday, September 30, 2013
I Got The Moon
I treasure this photo of my four babes, it's so hard to believe they are all teenager's now!
All have grown, and three have matured - only my Sweet Sam is still as innocent as on the day this was first shot. Yet he has grown, and so have I.
We are both in a much better place than in way back then.
Last night, having tucked my brood up, I locked the house up tight and propped up by a multitude of pillows, settled into bed with my trusty book.
All stayed quiet for the best part of an hour.
A clang and a commotion came rattling from the garage.
Did I mention our house is in a pretty isolated spot? My husband works from the UK mainland every other week? My dog never barks, and loves strangers (possibly burglars)?
And yup, this week I'm the only growdie-up at home?
Seeing no need to rush to my doom, I don my fluffy slippers and robe, go for a quick pee (wouldn't do to wet myself in the face of being slaughtered), and tip-toe down to the kitchen for the carving knife.
The garage has a door leading directly into the house, one I lock up every night. Whoever had been in there had obviously found their way through it, as I could hear them clattering about inside the hallway now.
Okay, enough is enough - time to stop the buggers where they stand, it's time for my (silent, hesitant) chaaaaaaaaaarge!
"Oh, hello Mum."
"Can you help me get the ladder out?"
"What the- what are you doing??"
He's struggling to lug the step-ladder round the passage and out again through the back door.
"I want to climb up to the moon."
"I want to go up and hug the moon."
I can't help but to laugh.
"Sweetie, I think we'll need a longer ladder for that."
"No we don't. Come see."
His face is lit up almost as bright as the cloudless night. Excitedly, he pulls me outside, and as I stand there gazing up through his eyes, I almost grasp what he sees. Sure enough, it's certainly got to be well worth a try.
Besides, aren't we here now?
So we prop the ladder against the house, me standing sentry behind, as he climbs up, one wobbly step at a time. I can hear him giggle as he reaches the top - his arms reach up and spread (my heart in my mouth) - as he turns, pure joy in his eye.
"Look, I got the moon!"
And laughing, suddenly I'm blinded by tears.