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.


Until.

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?


Shit.

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."


"Sam??"


"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."


"What?"


"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.