One starlit night my three year-old son A.J. and I were walking to the car. He pointed up to the sky and said, “Moo Mommy, Moo!”. “Moo?” I questioned. “Moo Mommy, Moo!” was his persistent reply. I soon realized that he was pointing at the moon, the only problem was, there was no moon in the sky that night. It didn’t deter him though. He saw a moon somewhere in the star-filled sky.
A.J. is a reluctant talker, so I take every opportunity to point out objects and say the word. On several occasions the moon was out and I’d point to it and say “moon”. He never tried to repeat after me, instead he looked at me and giggled with impish delight. This moonless night however, was different. He saw the moon and in his desire to practice his new word, he showed me the moon too.
Many times in our lives we can only see darkness and clouds. There is no ray of hope or moon beam to light our way, but it helps to remember the light from our past when the moon shone bright and the way was clear. Sometimes it takes a persistent three-year old to remind you that the moon once shined brightly in the night sky and it will again.