What I love about four year-olds is that they are always thinking. That can be good and bad, but tonight it was all good. While we were driving, Justin asked, “Mom, where’s the moon?” I hadn’t even noticed that you couldn’t see it through the clouds. I didn’t notice because I don’t regularly think about the moon, unless I see it first. But four year-olds think about things like the moon and if they can’t see it, they notice, and they wonder why they can’t see it. And that gave me a chance for a few minutes to stop thinking what I was thinking about, and think about the moon instead.
© Jennifer Alys Windholz, 2009