blind parenting

Last night my kids and I sat on the living room floor, bent over colouring books, singing to ’80s music playing on the radio. Well, I was singing. They were asking me if various singers were dead yet, because clearly anyone alive in the ’80s must be so old now that they are practically knocking on death’s door.

My kids were colouring trucks and penguins; I was colouring a monkey. For most this would be unremarkable, but for me it was wonderful. This was the first time I’d ever been able to draw in a colouring book with my kids. As I’m a mum who is blind, typical colouring books don’t work so well for me. I can draw on paper, but my drawing capability is somewhere on the spectrum below Scribbling Toddler. I like