Just like the ocean, always in love with the moon

I was going through some files the other day and found this piece I wrote when Mia was probably three. The timing is spot-on as Mia and I had just stood at the window and looked at a very different kind of moon. A classic Halloween moon – large and luminous and reminiscent of “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.” She’s still just as enamored with the moon today as when she first discovered it.

“Just like the ocean, always in love with the moon.”

This is a line, or actually a snippet of a line, from a Jeff Buckley song that perpetually plays in the back corners of my brain. It might be the simple beauty of these words strung together, or just the staying power of Jeff Buckley’s unparalleled voice, but it’s always there.

At around 18 months old Mia discovered the moon. “Moon? Moon?” she would ask each night. And we would look through the window in her room until we found it. Sometimes I would talk about the moon, its color, its shape. Sometimes I would recite Hey Diddle Diddle or lines from Goodnight Moon, but mostly we just stared at it together in the silence of shadows and moonlight.

One evening as an ice storm was approaching and Zach was working late, Mia and I set off for the store. We went to stock up on necessities: ice cream and marshmallows and pop corn and graham crackers and baby fever-reducer because what kind of parent doesn’t have a fever-reducer in the dead of winter? So I bundled Mia into the car and we made our way to the store.

“Please,” I begged the sky. “Thirty minutes. That’s all I ask.”

It was maybe 5:00. The roads and the sky were dry, and stray sun rays filtered through dense clouds.

When we got to the store the aisles were crowded and the lines were long. One hour later, ice spit at our faces as I hefted the grocery bags in one arm and pulled Mia in to me. Already the streets were glazed with ice. I had just put Mia in her car seat and wrapped a blanket around her, when the ice picked up speed. “Thanks,” I mumbled to the sky, and then I saw it: the moon taking refuge behind the clouds. It was a sliver of moon sketched into a charcoal sky. But still, there it was.

“Moon,” I whispered on the intake of breath. On the exhale, I knew that she heard. Of course she heard.

“Moon?” She twisted her body in the car seat. “Moon? Moon?”

I looked at her and back at the moon and back at her. In a split second I considered it: Risk a cold, an illness, perhaps a replay of the Great Ear Infection of 2007? But I grabbed her anyway, throwing the blanket off and grappling with the seat buckle. I lifted her out of the car and stood in the grocery parking lot. The moon was straight above us.

“There,” I said. “Way up there.” She wasn’t looking up far enough. The ice fell fast and furious, chipping at our cheeks. I cupped my hand over Mia’s face and said, “There’s the moon.” But I wasn’t looking at the moon anymore. Her face was intense, searching for the moon that I said was there until she found it. She smiled wide, arched her back and pointed high overhead. “Moon,” she said. And then looking back at me, “Moon.”

…always in love with the moon.

Why is it that we have children at all, if not for the wonder of it?

Fall: 10 Things

Who doesn’t love fall?

Central Park, New York, 2011

I know that spring is the season best known for beginnings, what with its claims to new life pushing through dry soil and all that, but there’s something about fall that has always signified a new beginning for me. I’m sure this has to do with the return of school buses, the scent of fresh pencil shavings, wet leaves pressed to pavement, warm apple cider, the first fire after a blustering day spent outside. These are some of the things I’m looking forward to this fall:

  1. Few things remind me of fall like It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.
  2. Well, maybe E.T. I love this movie. There’s nothing “fall” about it other than the season in which it’s set, but it’s just not the same during the dog days of summer. It’s much better viewed snuggled under a cozy blanket with a big bowl of popcorn.
  3. Chocolate chip muffins. I realize there’s nothing specifically fall about these either, but Mia is sick right now and she asked in her sweet little sick voice if we could make them sometime, and who am I to deny a sick child her wish? (I like this version because the addition of the bananas lets me feel less guilty.)
  4. Fall is also known as The Season of Apples, so I’m excited to make these: a more nutritious take on those McDonald’s apple pies.
  5. Sticking with the apple theme, we’re making these caramel apples. Yum.
  6. Pumpkins straight from the pumpkin patch.
  7. I want to make a fall wreath for our front door, DIY style. I’m not known for my DIY prowess but that won’t stop me. We moved into our house last spring and I’ve been wanting to try some DIY projects. Is anything easier than a wreath, what with the pre-made foam round thingies and plethora of online tutorials? How hard can it be? Stay tuned.
  8. Footie jammies. I love me a baby (or two) in warm footies. I love snuggling warm bodies in the early morning. I love the soft pats of their covered feet on wood floors. I love the way they still look like babies in footie jammies even though I think they’re technically toddlers now.
  9. Spiced apple cider. This version is way better than Starbucks.
  10. Colorful leaves, bundled-up kids, crisp apples, comfort food, riding boots, cozy sweaters, football Sundays…Need I go on?

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