Through The Eyes Of a Child

“Through The Eyes of a Child”

My name is Yehudah. I am three years old. My mommy is blind, That means she can’t see. I am her eyes. When Mommy drops something I say” ah- oh!” and I run to pick it up for her. When I want to show her something I say “Mommy touch this.” then I put the thing in her hand, so she can feel it. Sometimes I don’t understand that even if my Mommy touches something she might not know what it is. For example if I put Mommy’s hand on a picture she can’t feel it and tell me who it is. I’m not sure why. I love holding Mommy’s hand when we walk in the streets. Sometimes we go to the store together. I help Mommy pick out fruits and vegetables. Then I walk her to the cashier and help Mommy pay. I hold Mommy’s hand and walk her through the house from room to room. Sometimes when I was younger I didn’t want to let go where Mommy wanted to stop and I would continue walking still holding her hand. Even though my mommy can’t “see” with her eyes, she “sees” in many other ways. She always knows where I am from the sound of my voice. She knows if I am doing something dangerous and comes to save me. One day I didn’t want to eat my chicken at supper time. I went to the garbage can and threw it out. Mommy heard the noise of the lid, and came to investigate. Mommy knew if there was something in my mouth that doesn’t belong there and quickly took it out. When I wanted to eat, I would run to my mommy’s favorite chair and bang until Mommy was ready to feed me. Mommy knows the difference between the sounds of my cries. She knows when I sound hungry. Now that I am big and can eat with a spoon, I used to help Mommy feed me. I would take the spoon that Mommy gave me and I would guide her hand to my mouth because Mommy can’t see where it is. When she gave me a drink, I held the cup with her so she knows where to put it. Mommy knew when I would say “up” and stretch out my hands, it meant pick me up. When I start getting very kvetchy and don’t want to eat any more, Mommy knows that I am tired.
My Mommy understood from the special sounds I made when I was stuck. When Mommy would hear that special cry she came to save me and set me free. But now that I am big I can just yell “mommy” and Mommy knows I’m stuck. I know that Mommy can’t see me smiling at her. THEREFORE, my Mommy gets lots of hugs and kisses from me.
Even though my Mommy can’t see, she is still lots of fun. Mommy plays lots of games with me and sings to me. I love playing peek-a-boo with Mommy. When I was younger I used to love when Mommy would give me rides on the floor. Sometimes Mommy moves her head in all different directions and says “where’s Yehudah?”
I put my hands on her face and turn it directly in front of
mine. Then I call out “here.” Now that I’m older, Mommy has
special games that she can play with me Sometimes we play
tic-tac-toe. Mommy has special game board made from metal. The
pieces are also made from metal. This way Mommy can feel her way
around the game. The best thing I love doing with Mommy is
hearing her read me a story. Mommy reads from her special
Braille book and I read along. To me it feels like a bunch of dots, but to Mommy it’s a language. I love looking at the pictures. One day Mommy will teach me how to read her special language too.
Mommy also makes special books that I, or any other kid can read. They also have pictures that I can feel. Although, Mommy cannot see, she can still bathe me and dress me. I love when Mommy plays with me when I am in the bath. We splash each other with my rubber ducks. When Mommy dresses me, she cannot see what color the clothing is. Now that I know the colors, I tell Mommy what color each thing is. So that she can match me. Mommy can also use a special thing that talks to let her know what color things are.
Even though Mommy is blind, she can still cook me yummy food. Mommy uses things to help her cook. Mommy has electric pots and pans. This way she doesn’t have to use the stove so much. Mommy has Braille on her spice containers. Our microwave has Braille on the buttons. I love all of Money’s food.
Mommy and I make special arts and crafts projects together. We make things that Mommy can feel. Even though My Mommy is blind, she can still do so many things with me. The best thing is that, even though Mommy is blind, she can still love me. And I know she does.
P. S. Mommy says it’s very important for all mommies to understand their babies. They have to know what each sound means, so they won’t get frustrated when we scream or cry. They will understand what we want.

Written by Yehudah Brukman, transcribed by G.C. Brukman

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Shira is the Program Director of Camp Sternberg and the former Principal of Shalsheles Bais Yaakov. She is presently stuck on her dissertation with is necessary to finish her Doctorate in Educational Administration. She lives in Lakewood, NJ with her husband her lively kids.

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