The other night I was trying to set up my blog page (very confusing exercise. What are all these themes? What is a sticky page??) The Husband leant over to have a look. “Oh. Measuring the Marigold. Is that what you are going to call it then?” *disappointed face*
Whilst bowled over by his supportive enthusiasm, I did think that maybe this title might seem a bit obscure to some, so this is to explain why this is what it is called.
There is a song. Originally it was from the Hans Christian Andersen musical and Danny Kaye sang it, but I personally remember it on The Muppet Show, as I am child of the 80’s (as many of you know).
Measuring the Marigolds,
You and your arithmetic,
Will certainly go far.
Measuring the Marigolds,
Seems to me you’d stop and see, How beautiful they are.
It is such a lovely song and tune. I used to sing it to Marigold like a lullaby when she was a tiny baby, never really thinking about what it meant, only that it had her name in it.
Then recently, when thinking about things to blog about, I did a quick Google search (as you do) to find out what it is about and I stumbled upon the following: “Trying too hard to understand something prevents one from appreciating just how interesting and/or beautiful it really is.”
And I felt that this song was about Marigold in so many ways.
A unique parent on the website I am part of recently put up some glorious photos of her little girl. She had got a professional photo shoot done and when she got the photos through, her heart and soul was lifted, as instead of looking at MRI / CT scans, X Rays of her spine and brain and everything between, she was looking deep into the eyes of her beautiful daughter.
When you have a child with medical complications and life is a series of appointments, assessments, scans and therapies, it is easy to lose sight of the individual and the bigger picture. Everything boils down to test results, milestones (hate that word!) and a barrage of technical medical terms which mean little to most people, but sound and often can be ominous.
Marigold is not a neurotypical baby. She has some delays. She might need a bit of extra support and we can’t be sure of the future. But she is the most wonderful gift of a daughter I could ever have hoped for. She is so placid, serene and sweet natured and radiates a very special energy. She is so beautiful with her golden hair (who knows from whence it came, I come from a family of dark haired dark eyed people and my husband is mixed race), green grey widely spaced eyes and petite little stature. Maybe because she is so serene and doll like, people gravitate towards her, she has a real affect on them.
She is glorious.
So in those moments (and there are many of them) when I sit fretting over hospital letters and report results, I am taking a step back to remind myself, like the inchworm, to stop and see just how beautiful my Marigold is.