MY MOTHER'S EYES
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"I never thought I'd ever marry or have so many lovely children. Your Auntie Eileen was the pretty one."
My mother has always loved children and as a young girl, dreamed of being a childrens' nanny. Her Social Workers dissuaded her, saying that because of her poor eyesight, she would not be able to cope with the task of sewing that would doubtless accompany that calling. My mom went on to raise five children of which I was the first born. Despite her poor sight, she made wonderful clothes for our dolls and lovingly patched our teddies with dyed scraps of fabric from her Confirmation dress. Mom has Retinitus Pigmentosa, Macular Degeneration and, until two recent operations, she also has Cataracts. She instilled in me, her great love of the beauty that is found in Nature and the Visual Arts and she possesses the gift of Spiritual Vision.
Over the past few days, I've been thinking a lot about fading memory and fading sight; dull, smudged light; imperfect, scratched lenses; sunlight and rainbows.