“Mommy! I see my moon!” My son Max screamed from the backseat of our humble sedan. It was 4:45 in the morning and we were headed to my coffee pouring job. The chill of the Minnesota winter was apparent in the visible breaths he let out as he questioned how the moon could be around in the morning. I have taught him to say goodnight to the moon and this perplexed his three year old mind. I then explained that the moon was around lots of times during the day, even when the sun was in the sky. I told how the moon was allowed to change his mind about when he wanted to wake up and go to bed.
I still am waiting for the day when we can see the dark sky moon at night only. But the morning moon that my son remembers I hope will also later in his life remind him of the quiet morning drives he and I got to spend alone when we would wake up the earth together. Because now, when the sun rises, our time with each other is over.
Great memory. Both my kids have always loved the night sky, pointing out constellations and spying for shooting stars. I hope your son’s fascination with the moon sticks around for a long time.
Your a good mom. Just wanted to say it. Have a great day.
I love that you tell Max to say goodnight to the moon. I love the moon! Did you see the lunar eclipse last week. It was beautiful.
I actually wrote this as an assignment we had about writing about the eclipse or some other moon story. It was a million degrees below zero the night of the eclipse here…so I stayed indoors.