Yesterday Bronwen discovered the moon. I was unbuckling her car seat and fussing about her dirty face when she looked up into the sky pointed and said, "wooaawa!" which I took to mean, "wow!"
My eyes traced her out-stretched arm up into the sky and there, right above the tree at the edge of the daycare parking lot was a mostly full moon, bright in the morning sun.
"That's the moon," I told her, "Moooon, can you say moon?"
"Toi daa ma bla blaa moo wooawa, " she replied, which I took to mean, "I've never seen that before and it is really cool."
"Yes, it is cool," I said, "Moooon, can you say moon?"
Bronwen wasn't interested in trying to say moon, but as I carried her into the building she craned her neck to try to keep sight of this new discovery.
It was then that I thought about the time when I must have first discovered the moon. How amazing it must have been to look up in and see it, white and mottled, resting in the sky like a banana slice floating in blue raspberry jello.
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Oh. That's how I feel about the moon, too. That's my favorite Bronwen story yet.
Ellie, She is true woman! Now teach her to observe the phases of the moon.
(Today I posted an essay at Just Genesis that indirectly refers to the moon mother.)
I miss you and can't wait to see that precious baby moon-tracker!
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