My Cam,
So many things make you wonderful.
You’re wonderful because I can pretty much trust you to
shower and pyjamarize all by yourself. I discovered last night that I can also
trust you to spray linen mist in your armpits.
You’re wonderful because today you designed an underwater
lake. Access was through a secret tunnel in the floor near the dining room
table. A special design feature included a super-tube into a pool, ‘for people who
follow Jesus and want to get baptised properly.’
You’re wonderful because you stop whatever you’re doing
to let Scott hug you.
You’re wonderful because you helped Dad make the broom
cupboard.
You’re wonderful because you’re totally into Gummi Bears
and you preface your statements with, ‘Behold! I shall magically slice my mango
/ pass you the shampoo / get Scott out the bath, etc.’
You’re wonderful because today you spent an hour at the
Pretoria Eye Institute enduring a battery of up-close-and-personal bright
lights and cameras because the pressure in your left eye is worryingly high and
you’re a glaucoma conference paper waiting to be written. You were quite excited to be there. And patient and cooperative. Exhausted by the end of it but unwaveringly
polite. Uncle Jacobus (Dr Pauw) and Dad agree that you’ll have to have another
examination under anaesthetic, so they can check out your optic nerve. But they
are pretty optimistic that the raised pressure is because your corneas are much
thicker than normal – a normal result of cataract surgery. Still, the
whole thing left me flat and sad and like I don’t have the energy to face the
fears anymore. And you’re wonderful because you made me pretend-pretend tea in
the plastic cups in the waiting room.
You’re wonderful because I got impatient with you this
afternoon when you were colouring in a bunny for Teacher Karen – badly. As in, you’re not trying your best come on now blah
blah. Then I asked your forgiveness because I remembered that we’d dilated
your pupils at the Institute so of course you were battling to see more than usual. With characteristic cheer and irrepressible
optimism you said, ‘It’s ok Mom; I forgive you. My eyes are just a bit blurry
but they’ll clear soon!’
You’re wonderful because you are wonderfully made –
wondrous – wonder-filled – always wondering. And a living God-glory echo of the
psalmist: For You are the fountain of
life, the light by which we see. (Psalm 36:9)
All my love to you, sleeping child of mine,
Mom
Xx
Friday afternoon madness involving formidable quantities
of icing and hundreds and thousands of hundreds and thousands…
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