Once upon a Nursery Rhyme

Rock a bye Baby

Rock a bye Baby
In the tree tops
When the winds blows
The cradle will Rock
When the bough breaks
The cradle will fall
Down will come cradle, baby and all

Poor Connie, on Monday we had dawdled,  (my fault, putting off the inevitable ) on our way to pre school, this morning I rushed her off her feet, I couldn't get her there soon enough, I was desperate to get back to her mums note book.

It seemed to take her forever to unbutton her coat, no she didn't want help, finally she was ready and ran into the classroom happily, I almost ran home afterwards.

I felt I had been handed a massive clue and I wanted to check it out, ~ Mary Mary had mentioned a 'visitor' surely it was Clara, there couldn't be another visitor.....could there?.

Mary Mary had spoken to her, made contact, the first real indication Clara had been there, okay, the meeting with Mary Mary hadn't been a good one , Clara had managed to upset her, although from my first meeting with her, it didn't seem difficult! It was still a connection and I would leave no stone unturned, no matter how small or insignificant,  I wanted to find out more ~ things were starting to fit together.

I pulled out the note book from its hiding place and started to read

It is such a strange feeling I get when 'IT' happens, first I get a tingling sensation I  my feet which works it's way up my body, sometimes slowly at other times rapidly.

What worries me is that all this is connected in some way to Henry's work, nothing like it happened to me when I was single, or when we were first married, it all seems to have started with Connie's birth.

Could he have brought it home with him? Or was it when I visited his work? Is it some kind of virus he was working on ? I wish I knew where I got it , why and how, maybe if I knew that, I would know when or if it will fade or leave completely.

This time it happened while I was rocking Constance to sleep, I was singing her a lullaby when zap, there we were in the tree top, quite a tall tree it was, I'm not very good with heights, it was a very scary experience,  the tree tops responded to even the slightest breeze so you can imagine my feelings when the wind picked up.

It was really windy, the branches were waving about like bunting in the breeze, I clung on for dear life, the funny thing is, when you become a parent it changes you, when I realised I was no longer holding Connie, my fear transferred itself to this new horror,  where was my baby, I was frantic, then I heard her whimpering,  there was a cradle nearby, which was rocking in the wind, slowly I edged toward it, my plan was to grab the cradle, pull it towards me and rescue Connie.

A huge gust of wind destroyed my plan, it bent the tree almost in half when- CRACK-
The tree snapped in half and down we tumbled, the shock caused Connie to start howling, but she was unharmed, safe, protected by the cradle, tentatively I moved, nothing seemed to be broken.

Then what I read made me sit up

As I started to get up, a young woman came out of the cottage, she was lucky the tree missed the cottage, it would have done a lot of damage, thankfully the tree had come down in a garden, I guessed correctly ,as it turned out, that it was her garden.

She checked that both Connie and I were unharmed, once she had established this she was able to take in the extent of damage to her garden, to say it was not good, was an understatement.

She went ballistic,  the garden was a write off , it was obvious she loved her garden and had taken a great deal of pride in it, it was her pride and joy,  and now it was destroyed, she had lost everything,  it broke her heart, I felt so sorry for her.

Connie didn't help the situation she started to scream her head off,

"Can't you shut that thing up" the woman snapped, I'm sorry to say I reacted badly, put it down to shock and stress at first being at the top of a tree and the next minute tumbling from the sky, also the fact that she was talking about my beloved child, I lost my temper.

"First of all it is not a 'thing' it is a little girl, a baby, secondly I think it's only fair she is allowed to cry considering what she has been through, " I really went over the top before I rushed to comfort Connie

Looking back I feel ashamed of my reaction, the garden was a total mess, and perhaps the tree breaking was caused by my weight in its top most branches, the weight of Connie and the cradle would also have been a contributing factor,  who knows why it happened when it did.

I know this, if I can go back and I see this young woman again I will most certainly apologise , I feel that I was in the wrong, she was rightly upset about her garden. I would love to help with the new garden, if she would let me. I am mortally ashamed of my actions.

I knew it, Clara had been there, she had spoken to Mary Mary. I was ecstatic. It was a massive breakthrough,  I had a starting point, I knew she had gone to the same place I had, I had a sudden thought ' what if she was lost! If nothing else it gave me a purpose, I had to find out what the other inhabitants of dreamworld knew, had others met her? Did they know what had happened to her?

My purpose is to find Clara.