|RIP to my mother 1928-2017|
My earliest memory of my mother is sitting on her knee as she sang along to Que Sera Sera on the radio.
'When I was just a little girl I asked my mother what will I be,
Will I be pretty, will I be rich, here's what she said to me,
Que sera sera whatever will be will be, the future's not ours to see, Que sera sera'
Maybe it's just as well 'The furture's not ours to see'
My mother, who I really lost years ago to dementia, was born in Liverpool and of Irish descent. Her first born was a cot death at 5 months and she went on to have 5 girls and two boys, the youngest developed paranoid schizophrenia in his teens. My father went to sea and she was left to raise us alone, dogged with migraine and depression for most of her life as she struggled to provide for us all.
Yet in her 60s, after the loss of my father and then her oldest daughter, she picked herself up and went to college to study English and Italian.
Nobody expects to bury their children, do they, but my mother buried 4 of them, two sons and two daughters. Now she is at peace and reunited with those she lost.
Where There's a Will..
Many of you may remember Marie's special doll, Cathy, which was given to her by my sister when she was 8 years-old. Having spent the first five years of her life on a nursery floor in a children's home, hours were spent staring through the bars of her cot watching the babies being fed and changed - and loved.
The experience was seared into Marie's brain and even today if she hears a baby crying it brings her to tears and she can become quite distressed. She's unable to dress or undress the doll but is a dab hand at getting Cathy's wind up and pretending to feed her, then cuddling her for hours. When she is sad or anxious it's the doll she turns to for comfort and over the years all those who know and love Marie came to realise it is indeed the baby she never had..
Unfortunately over the years poor Cathy has suffered many injuries and as Marie got older and not knowing her strength, her cuddles constantly snapped the dolls legs out of the sockets, three fingers are broken off on one hand and the eyes no longer blink. Some people say she is scary (and she probably is) but we all love her.
I have made many attempts at repairing Cathy but this year no matter how many times I tried to keep her together with masking tape, cellotape and glue, she fell apart. I could see she was headed for the knackers yard and poor Marie, at the age of 52, would be lost without her.
I even dressed Cathy in a thick padded baby grower which stopped the legs from falling out, and in desperation bought similar looking replacement dolls but my conscience told me not to try and trick Marie into believing it was Cathy because one of the things she gets comfort from is the smell of her doll - just like a real mum. And wouldn't you know if someone swapped your baby for another...
So I decided to browse the internet in search of someone who could put poor Cathy back together again and came across Wendy's Babies site. http://www.wendys-babies.co.uk/ Wendy makes newborn lookalikes and after reading how passionate she was about her craft and the reviews from people who's children she recreated, I thought if she can't help me nobody can. So I contacted Wendy explaining how much Marie loves her Cathy and sent some photographs. Wendy's heart immediately went out to Marie promising she would do all she could to rebuild the doll.
It was decided to make a soft body that Marie could cuddle to her heart's content without snapping any limbs but keep the original body parts. So I parcelled Cathy up and sent her special delivery, praying she didn't get lost in transit.
A week later, much to everybody's delight, the postman knocked on the door with a big box and of course our Cathy was inside.
Thank you Wendy for doing such a great job and bringing such happiness to Marie.
A big thank you to Mrs Jain, Eye Surgeon at Royal Preston Hospital and all of her team. Absolutely fabulous treatment for Marie and her special needs when she had eye surgery at the end of November.
|At home 5 hours after cataract removal surgery under general anaestetic|
I am looking forward to catching up with you all and will soon be sharing more warrior mum stories. firstname.lastname@example.org
All the best for 2018!!