|the worms home and the eventual home to flowers . I hope he/she will like them|
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
I will have you know that then at that moment I was mother of the year...self proclaimed. In my youth I had zero issue with slippery slimy worms. In my elderly years I seem to have developed some.
Here's the thing...when you have a visually impaired child if you want them to know the whole world even the creatures that slink and slither in the earth then you must swallow your disgust, pick up a worm and marvel at its 'beauty'. As it wiggled in the child's hand I even saved its life a few times. I prevented it from dropping, being squished and even accidentally cooked on the deck stairs. I'm not heartless! I stopped myself from suggesting naming it and then have it possibly come to an unfortunate end and then having us both attached to something that had a name, potentially a family then being forced into planning a funeral etc etc. And....there is no way I am having a teeny tiny urn with the remains of shrivelled worm on my headboard. The other child being there is quite enough!