Blair is obsessed with the moon right now, and her talking about the moon has brought back good memories for me.
I’ve talked about how all of us (me, my siblings, our cousin, and all of our friends) spent the night with Mema on a regular basis growing up. Spending the night with Mema meant being sung to sleep, no matter what age you were! It also meant pancakes of all shapes – and pancake drip drops!
One song that Mema’s voice always sings in my head is “I see the Moon.” Every time I think of that song, it’s Mema’s voice I hear.
I see the moon; the moon sees me.
The moon sees the one that I long to see.
God bless the moon, and God bless me.
God bless the one I love.
It’s a great memory, and I’m thankful can still visit her or call her to hear all of those songs. (On a side note, Linsey’s Mema song is “Minnie the Mermaid.” Quite different from “I see the Moon”!)
As I said Blair loves the moon. She doesn’t quite get the whole concept of one moon though. When we left Brad’s mom’s house after I got home from the hospital not too long ago, she looked up and said, “the mooon” and then, “Grandmom’s moon.” I guess when you’re two it makes sense to think that there are lots of moons.
When we were swinging last week, Blair asked, “where moon go?” I told her it was asleep and it would come back at night night time. We had to go to speech that day, and when we came home the almost full moon was peeking in the car window at Blair. I pointed it out to her, and she wanted to make sure that the moon made it back to her house: “C’mon moon” she said over and over as she patted her leg to show it to follow her like she would a puppy. She blesses my heart.
Then at Linsey’s house, Blair and Linsey looked for the moon but couldn’t find it. Linsey told Blair the moon was at her house, and at 4:30 this morning (it was one of those nights that are rare in our house thankfully) she was telling me “moon at Blair house.” Even at 4:30am, she makes me smile.