Vignette #2: Earliest memory I remember doing:
I remember looking through the eyes of someone I don’t remember. About me and surrounding me were four walls of the room and the wallpaper was creamy pale white. I looked ahead and behind me and I remember somebody picking me up, unsure of who this was but knowing I was in a safe space.
The sun was shining through the windows, and I remember the gentle flutter of the birds and the gentle rustling of the trees in the background. As I was being placed down in this bed, which was small seem to be a baby cot of sorts. I lay peacefully awake now staring above at the ceiling. I could touch and feel the deep cotton fabric that interweaved in between the sheets.
Unsure of what was happening I proceeded to open my eyes and close my eyes. I did this very quickly in succession, when my eyes started closing, they were suddenly opening again. The next thing I knew was happening was that the water dam suddenly burst open. Tears fell from my face like a never-ending stream.
I don’t remember all the details, but my mum quickly picked me up and comforted me by placing a hand on my head and saying “Here, here”. This person coming to comfort me I realised now what she was doing was very good at this and as a scared newborn, I appreciated this help more than you could ever think.
Unsure of what to do I lay there feeling a bit abandoned yet very peaceful and secure as this person in front of me who was my Mum made me feel at peace and secure almost like being in a relationship with Jesus Christ.
I could sense the Angels, God and my mum singing in harmony and expressing gratitude to me every time I drank something from my mother’s bottle. What was this liquid I thought? This often was always very warm and hot and not something that was ever stone-cold.
Each time the bottle came to my mouth I knew that it was something that could indeed warm my heart and soul and something that could replenish my small and young body of mine. Each sip of this warm liquid was enough to replenish my soul and my bones.
Those days were fortunate days of goodness and loyalty. Loyalty to the bed and sleeping, resting there as well as being loyal to my Mum who asked me to stop crying even though at the time I wasn’t exactly sure what she was saying.
So, there it was, one of my earliest memories, very much a haze, as I cried and accepted help from someone besides myself. It was one of my fondest memories which cascaded into being a very secure and happy person later.
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