
Yesterday had some parenting moments...
Blue has been offered a job upon graduation this spring, and it's across the country. Whether he'll accept it, or not, is still up in the air. Either way, it was a realization that he may never live here again, which is good, how it should be, and... sigh.
Last night, I yelled something at Moon out of exhaustion and exasperation. It wasn't horrible, but it wasn't kind. I said I was sorry, and again this morning, and I am. He's seventeen and thinks he's ready to be on his own, which is normal, how it should be, and... sigh.
In trying to think of something to write here, I drew a moon mind-map, writing down moony thoughts- a page of golden round words and moonlit memories of childhood- both mine and the boys'...
Traveling to the moon and stars with my brother in our imaginations and rocket ships (lawn chairs), growing up with a woman named Mooney across the street, and being told (and believing) I could live on the moon when I grew up.
How Blue chose Moon's middle name because there was often a full moon on the evenings of our midwife appointments. "Look at the moon, Mama!"
Standing outside, huge-as-moon pregnant, days overdue, trying to convince Moon to come out and see the moon for himself, and finally, on the porch a couple of days later, showing him the moon on the night he was born.
Writing a little Zoom to the Moon book for four year old Blue to read. Putting together that wonderful "Over the Moon" play with his second grade class, which included bits of the songs "Blue Moon", "Moon River" and more.
And that night sky song that I hummed to my baby boys, while slowly twirling around the front room, trying to dance them to sleep (click here for a lovely listen).
Well, this turned into an unexpectedly long lingering...

"A Golden Making" and a few more starlit story cloths will be in the shop tomorrow morning.