Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Starry Night

The hubby & I have four of the best kids on planet Earth.  That's just common knowledge around here. 

It's true. 

Everywhere we go people stop and point and say, "Look!  There goes that Source Family...they have four of the best kids on the planet, you know!"  And then they follow us around begging for pics and autographs.

Well, ok, not really. 

I mean, for the most part, I have no complaints.  They're all good kids, and they don't really give us much trouble.  Usually.  Well, we are knee-deep in teenage attitude from time-to-time and none of them is ever especially excited to clean toilets or wash the dog.  On the whole, though, I wouldn't trade them in for newer models or anything.

This kid, though:

I think Hubby and I agree on this boy.  He's without a doubt the sweetest and most kind-hearted one.
Never complains about chores.
No, seriously.  HE NEVER gripes about helping out.
As a matter of fact, he almost always volunteers to load the dishwasher or sweep the floor. 
He's up at dawn every Saturday that his dad is off work, dressed and ready to head out to the Farmer's Market and hang with Dad for a few hours.  Never mind sleeping in on a weekend morning. 
And it has nothing to do with the gravy biscuits and hash browns his dad feeds him, either! 

It's almost impossible to make him mad, too.  He takes everything in stride.
Even Mom sticking a camera in his face while he's trying to watch tv.

He's not even fazed by the dog trying to lick his brains out through his nose!

So, when we heard about the lunar eclipse...the one that coincided with winter solstice...the one that turned the moon red...the one that was supposed to be more spectacular than any other lunar eclipse since some time in the 1600's...

Naturally this one was thoughtful enough to wake me up at 2:30 am to sit out in the freezing yard and watch the wonders of the sky with him.  Because he loves his mom so much, you know?

We sat in the grass, in our pajamas, with the tripod and camera for almost an hour.
Until we couldn't feel our toes anymore.

We snapped pictures.  Not very good ones, but still.

We talked about what it must have felt like in ancient times when people didn't know what was happening during an eclipse and how frightening it must have been.

We talked about what we imagine the Earth would look like if you could stand on the moon during a lunar eclipse and look back at our planet.

We talked about how cool it must be to sit on the space station and watch the universe float past.

We talked about the constellations we recognized and how clear and cloudless it was that night.
And how cold!

We talked about the Three Wise Men from the East and what it would have been like as an astronomer, discovering a star burning extra-brightly and following it for hundreds and hundreds of miles because of an ancient prophecy about a king. 

We talked about the things we've learned in history recently about India and Asia during the earliest part of the millennium and how advanced those civilizations were in mathematics and astronomy and physics.

We talked about what it would be like to live on another planet, in another galaxy, far, far away...with two moons and droids and spaceships and clone troopers and light sabers and evil emperors. 

Yes, my son loves Star Wars almost as much as his mother.  Why do you ask?

We discovered that we both have "See the Northern person!"  on our Bucket Lists.
And we made plans to see them together one day.

And then, we came back in side and shared a hug and climbed back into our beds to try and warm our frozen selves.

The next morning, I downloaded our pictures from the night before. 

Imagine our surprise when we realized that we had photographed two red moons!!
Just like on Star Wars!! 

Ok, so I double exposed somehow. 
How cool is that??

I hope one day he'll watch an eclipse with his child and remember the Christmas time he sat in the cold with his mom, watching the moon turn red and counting the stars and dreaming.

Love you, Ryan!
Hope you never stop dreaming and always face life with that sweet, lop-sided grin.

1 comment:

The Momster said...

When our kids were just babies, we had one of the largest moons that would ever be visible in our lifetimes. I can remember standing out on my front porch with the camcorder recording it and talking to The Bug about the moon and how much I loved her and that no matter where she was on the planet, we would always see that same moon. Your post made me remember this vividly.

I think it's awesome that you shared the experience together last night. Moments like that make wonderful lifelong memories.