Here is irony: reading a chapter in a book about mindful parenting while I ignore the children playing nearby and when they interrupt me, offering them distractions of television or a snack.
I do have to make note of the remarkable appearance of the moon tonight. I left the house after Babygirl went to bed (clutching dolly and her blanket) tonight. My mission: to return two videos and one Nintendo game and to stop by the grocery store.
The benefits of running errands after bedtime are as follows:
1) Listening to Laura Ingraham’s radio show is hilarious and fun.
2) Shopping without children is soothing and hypnotic.
3) Occasionally, the moon makes a guest appearance in the sky and I remember the perfect October nights of my college days when I realized with a start: There will never again be an October night as beautiful and magical as this night, right now. And the melancholy of that thought–or maybe the heartbreak of homework or the loneliness of being human–made me want to cry. And I was right. That October night is long gone. So is my youth!
But tonight’s moon just made me think of a glowing stone nestled on a navy-blue velvet expanse. The moon is a little more than a half-moon tonight, and because I am a mother of a toddler, I thought to myself: Moonbear loves the moon. He loves her when she’s new. He loves her when she’s half. He loves her when she’s three-quarters. He loves her when she’s full. Moonbear loves the moon . . . all the time.
I do, too.
I apparently also love the colon tonight. I may have used my colon-allotment for the next three years. (Yeah, that would be “colon” as in the punctuation mark, not “colon” as in the digestive organ.)
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After reading your post, I had to check the date. Yep, the 28th was Wednesday. All four of us went to the local state park to fish that evening and it was dark when we came home and we noticed the moon, too. It was hanging large and low in the sky, just barely skimming the tops of the mountains. We sang our moon song (just a snippet from an old John Denver song I sang to the kids when they were little…”Go home said the Man-in-the-Moon, go home. ‘Cause it’s gettin’ sorta late and I’ll soon turn out my light. Go home said the Man-in-the-Moon, go home.”).
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After reading your post, I had to check the date. Yep, the 28th was Wednesday. All four of us went to the local state park to fish that evening and it was dark when we came home and we noticed the moon, too. It was hanging large and low in the sky, just barely skimming the tops of the mountains. We sang our moon song (just a snippet from an old John Denver song I sang to the kids when they were little…”Go home said the Man-in-the-Moon, go home. ‘Cause it’s gettin’ sorta late and I’ll soon turn out my light. Go home said the Man-in-the-Moon, go home.”).
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