Tonight Grandmother Moon is a little over half full, and waxing. As I walk up my driveway carrying my mail in the warm dark, she shines her light at me. I think, next year I can be walking up this hill holding my almost 6 month old grandchild. We can be looking at the moon together, entranced by the white lit ball in the night sky just as the child's daddy was 30 years ago when he couldn't sleep.
I will be a grandmother, I tell the moon. We will be grandmothers together. You can teach me what you know, and I can show your light to a child who will be in awe of the universe before ever entering a science classroom.
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