Hey everyone. It’s me again, Kat. I’m feeling a little bad about Mother’s Day. I guess I should have blogged about it last week instead of the scary incident that happened to Carter and me. I have to admit that it was partly rebellion on my side of it. Sometimes my mom makes me so mad! Okay, to be honest, I make her mad too—on purpose, sometimes.
Not to give too much personal information away (That would really upset her and then she might make me quit the blog.) but when I was five years old, my dad moved us to this small community of eleven houses in the middle of the Texas wilderness. We have to drive four miles just to get to a gas station/convenience store/café. That’s our downtown. Then Dad just up and leaves us here. Oh he sends just enough money every month to pay the bills, but that’s all. It has been just me and my mother for seven years, and she is so unhappy. I at least have my best friend Carter. She has no one. I know she loves me, but she is so hurt and lonely. Sometimes it’s too much for her, and she lets it all out--usually on me.
I love my mom, but I wish she could be more like the mother Carter and I met in Dearth (the dark land that lies beyond the dead forest). Now I know this is going to sound crazy, but this grown woman had twelve rag dolls that she believed were her children! And after what we experienced with her, they might have been! When I finish telling you what happened, you can be the judge.
One night we came to this little one room cabin. We looked in the window and saw a woman sitting on her bed, hugging a bunch of rag dolls, crying, and saying, “My baby, my baby,” over and over again.
We knocked and she let us in. Her name was Agaphy, and she told us that one of her babies was missing. She had torn her house apart looking for him, but she couldn’t find him. She was so distraught and full of anguish that it broke my heart to see her in such pain.
Luckily, Carter found the little rag doll outside by a tree where the family had picnicked earlier that day. Later when I asked Carter how he found it, he told me that he heard something moving in a bush by the tree. When he looked to see what it was, he saw a little wad of rags and yarn. He brought it in the house and asked Agaphy if it was what she was looking for. She appeared to be as relieved as a real parent would be upon finding a lost child. Truthfully, the rag doll was the smallest most tattered of all the dolls. It was something that most people would just throw away.
She was so happy that she insisted on having a party to celebrate. The woman placed the dolls around the table, and we ate cake and sang the “children’s” favorite songs. Of course the dolls just sat and stared at us. Agaphy made excuses for their lack of participation, saying that the “children” ate their cake while Carter and I went outside for a private chat. She told us that they were too shy to talk to strangers or sing in front of people. However, she assured us that once they got to know us, they would be all over us. Of course we didn’t believe any of it. That is until we went to bed and the lights went out.
When it was time for bed, Agaphy kissed each one of the dolls and told them how much she loved them as she arranged them in her bed. Carter and I slept on the floor wrapped in our bedrolls. Once Agaphy blew out the candles we heard shuffling sounds and little clicking noises coming from all around us. It sounded like dozens of mice were moving about the room. When I felt something touch my cheek, I screamed. Carter sat up, grabbed our flashlight, and pointed the light around. The dolls were scattered about the room. Agaphy laughed and said that her children were just playing in the dark, and they would settle down when they got tired. Carter whispered to me that Agaphy must have thrown the dolls around room when the lights went out. But she heard him and insisted that she would never throw her children. As soon as we turned the light off, we heard what sounded like tiny voices laughing. Then there was a loud click followed by little voices laughing all around the room. Carter turned on the light again and we could see that the dolls had shifted locations in the dark. That was all we could take. Carter and I packed up our bedrolls and left the house.
I have to say, even though that was one creepy night in Dearth, I saw unconditional love for the first time. Agaphy truly loved her “children.” And she loved the smallest, most pathetic little wad of rags as much, if not more, than all the others. To be loved like that would set you free.
I’ll be talking to you again, soon. Night all.
Not to give too much personal information away (That would really upset her and then she might make me quit the blog.) but when I was five years old, my dad moved us to this small community of eleven houses in the middle of the Texas wilderness. We have to drive four miles just to get to a gas station/convenience store/café. That’s our downtown. Then Dad just up and leaves us here. Oh he sends just enough money every month to pay the bills, but that’s all. It has been just me and my mother for seven years, and she is so unhappy. I at least have my best friend Carter. She has no one. I know she loves me, but she is so hurt and lonely. Sometimes it’s too much for her, and she lets it all out--usually on me.
I love my mom, but I wish she could be more like the mother Carter and I met in Dearth (the dark land that lies beyond the dead forest). Now I know this is going to sound crazy, but this grown woman had twelve rag dolls that she believed were her children! And after what we experienced with her, they might have been! When I finish telling you what happened, you can be the judge.
One night we came to this little one room cabin. We looked in the window and saw a woman sitting on her bed, hugging a bunch of rag dolls, crying, and saying, “My baby, my baby,” over and over again.
We knocked and she let us in. Her name was Agaphy, and she told us that one of her babies was missing. She had torn her house apart looking for him, but she couldn’t find him. She was so distraught and full of anguish that it broke my heart to see her in such pain.
Luckily, Carter found the little rag doll outside by a tree where the family had picnicked earlier that day. Later when I asked Carter how he found it, he told me that he heard something moving in a bush by the tree. When he looked to see what it was, he saw a little wad of rags and yarn. He brought it in the house and asked Agaphy if it was what she was looking for. She appeared to be as relieved as a real parent would be upon finding a lost child. Truthfully, the rag doll was the smallest most tattered of all the dolls. It was something that most people would just throw away.
She was so happy that she insisted on having a party to celebrate. The woman placed the dolls around the table, and we ate cake and sang the “children’s” favorite songs. Of course the dolls just sat and stared at us. Agaphy made excuses for their lack of participation, saying that the “children” ate their cake while Carter and I went outside for a private chat. She told us that they were too shy to talk to strangers or sing in front of people. However, she assured us that once they got to know us, they would be all over us. Of course we didn’t believe any of it. That is until we went to bed and the lights went out.
When it was time for bed, Agaphy kissed each one of the dolls and told them how much she loved them as she arranged them in her bed. Carter and I slept on the floor wrapped in our bedrolls. Once Agaphy blew out the candles we heard shuffling sounds and little clicking noises coming from all around us. It sounded like dozens of mice were moving about the room. When I felt something touch my cheek, I screamed. Carter sat up, grabbed our flashlight, and pointed the light around. The dolls were scattered about the room. Agaphy laughed and said that her children were just playing in the dark, and they would settle down when they got tired. Carter whispered to me that Agaphy must have thrown the dolls around room when the lights went out. But she heard him and insisted that she would never throw her children. As soon as we turned the light off, we heard what sounded like tiny voices laughing. Then there was a loud click followed by little voices laughing all around the room. Carter turned on the light again and we could see that the dolls had shifted locations in the dark. That was all we could take. Carter and I packed up our bedrolls and left the house.
I have to say, even though that was one creepy night in Dearth, I saw unconditional love for the first time. Agaphy truly loved her “children.” And she loved the smallest, most pathetic little wad of rags as much, if not more, than all the others. To be loved like that would set you free.
I’ll be talking to you again, soon. Night all.
This makes me think of some of the parables Jesus taught, of how people would leave the majority that have stayed with them and search for the one who is lost and then rejoice when they find them. I've kind of experienced that when I've misplaced something and after searching find it again.
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