We Search for the Moon. We search for light.

We Search for the Moon. We search for light.

Last night my daughter and I went outside to look for the moon as has become our nightly after dinner ritual. My child loves the moon. I wear a moon pendant that she loves to look at. Before she goes to bed each night she says “Bye moom. Buh bye moom.” So, we bundled up and went to look skyward.

 

The last few nights have been cloudy so we haven’t seen the moon. We have walked around the yard yelling “Hi moom! Hiyo moom!” When we don’t see the moon my child looks at me, shrugs, and says “No moom.”

 

But, last night it finally happened. We saw the moon! It was a thin as the tip of a fingernail hanging low in the sky just above the tops of spruce trees. I pointed to the crescent and excitedly told my daughter, “There she is! The moon!” We looked for a few short moments when my daughter declared “bye moom!” She was ready to move on. I was somewhat surprised at her nonchalance at finally seeing the moon after days of seeing no moon.

 

But, then it became clear. For her, it is the searching in the darkness, the mystery of a light in the sky that is sometimes there and sometimes obscured from our vision. It is putting on a coat and hat, walking all corners of the yard, and turning our searching eyes upward that is the good part. And, I think she has a point. Looking for light is always a thing of beauty, whether you find the light or not. It is the most basic practice of faith to believe that even when you can’t see it, the moon is still there.

I never prayed before I was a parent.

I never prayed before I was a parent.

My child is totally perfect. And so is yours.

My child is totally perfect. And so is yours.