The other night, Monday I think, I was driving home from the store with my dear son who is 10. (ds10) His nickname is Fuzzy, so for this little ditty I will refer to him as such.
I pointed out the moon to Fuzzy.
Moon gazing is something I have always loved. The moon is always there, like the sun, but just by virtue of it "shining" in the dark makes it more magical to me, more wondrous.
I believe I have passed this love onto my kids.
Fuzzy answered me after I pointed out the moon, " I really love the moon, Mommy."
I asked why, and he replied, "Well, because it is always there at night when you need it, and it seems to follow you wherever you go."
I agreed, these are attributes that make the moon special.
Fuzzy asked why I liked the moon so much. I told him it was all the reasons he said and one more special reason. "When your Gee-Gee (great grandma) was still alive and she first moved out to Minnesota, I was 14. She told me that when I looked at the moon I should remember she was looking at the same moon, and even though we were far apart, we were sharing something special together, a gift from the moon."
Fuzzy was quiet for a moment and uttered a soft "wow" under his breath.
Then he said, "Mommy, when I go away to college someday, will you do the same with me? So we can both look at the same moon together?"
It took me a moment to choke back the lump in my throat before I answered, "Yes, Fuzzy, we will definitely do that too when you go away to college someday."
Thanks Magical Moon...you have given me yet another special gift.