It was May 13th, about 5:30 pm, a sunny but cool evening... a Tuesday night. Dad is mowing the lawn, and Lucy and I head outside at Lucy's request. She always heads north, like a compass, directly to the dirt and gravel driveway that runs beside our property and eventually leads back to the wooded acres behind our lot. Her usual interest is the pile of rocks on the road. She just picks them up, moves them around, puts a few special ones in her hands, and moves on to the next pile.
This evening however, daddy, while riding on the tractor, points to the moon. Although it is still light and sunny, the white moon is beginning to rise and is very visible against the blue sky. Lucy knows the word moon from her book
Goodnight Moon, so she catches on easily.
We walk away from the gravel path and the trees to the middle of our yard and I ask Lucy, "Where is the sky?"
She points up and replies "There?" Still at 16 months old, her statements always sound like soft questions.
I ask, "Do you see the moon? There's the moon, in the sky."
"Moon?"
"Yes. Where's the moon?"
"There? Moon?" Lucy says, as she points to the moon.
"Yea. That's the moon." A few seconds pass, and Lucy looks up at me.
"Climb?" she sings. She is looking at me , but still pointing up.
"
Climb!? You want to
climb to the moon?"
"O.K.," she replies breathlessly, quickly, and with determination. She is now looking down at her feet, trying to extend one foot high and far enough to start her ascent to the moon.
I hesitate to reply, "Baby, we can't climb to the moon. Im sorry." And I really am.
Her eyes seem to catalog each of my words, and I can tell my statement makes perfect sense to her. She replied in a louder, higher whine, "CLIMB???"
...Oh Lucy. If I could help you climb to the moon, I hope you know, I would certainly do it.