Brother #2, MrJumbo, sent me this article, asking if I’d seen it. I hadn’t seen it, but I have been looking at these bodies with 3B during this week.
It’s amazing how far 3B has come since last year. However, plus ca change and all that–every time I show 3B the night sky, I think of Funk Daddie’s dad.
Winter has made it easy to show 3B Venus, and with it right next to the moon, it’s been beautiful to look at. Orion’s also been easy to pick out in the evening sky, and I have to say that I’m proud that 3B has picked it out a few nights this week when I asked him where it is.
Being the skeptic that I am, I wondered if he wasn’t just pointing in the general direction, but today, when I was typing in a password on my phone, I got interrupted and left the screen with three asterisks on it. 3B picked it up, looked at it and said, “There’s Orion.” And tonight, on the way in from the car, 3B pointed straight up at it and again said, “There’s Orion,” even though at 8:30 it was higher in the sky than he’s used to seeing it.
I guess that answers that question.
This all ties in with 3B’s current fascination with space travel, driven in part by his love of Rocknoceros’ songs Blast Off! and Apollo. We play on the Moon in 3B’s room, in rocket ships wherever we can find them, and since talking about other planets, we now also play on Venus and Mercury. We sometimes travel from the Moon to other planets or send Eeyore, Puff and other stuffed animals to other planets, where we talk to them from the Moon or Earth. And, if you ask 3B, he’ll even tell you that he lives on Earth.
He will also tell you that he wants to “fly from the Earth to the great big Moon,” which brings me back to FunkDaddie, who wisely observed when we were well past our childhoods that “You get to that day when you realize that you’re not going to be a star in the NBA, or be an astronaut and go to the moon, or whatever it was that you dreamed about as a kid.” While that may be true for Funk Daddie and myself, it’s not true for 3B, so every time 3B talks about flying to the Moon or Venus or Mercury, I always respond, “Let’s go!”
In fact, in my heart, I hope that it never comes true for 3B that he gives up on his childhood dreams, even if my mind tells me that that day will come. That’s a feeling that I’m sure Funk Daddie’s dad had about his children and grandchildren as he showed them the stars shining in the night sky and sang softly to them. As I think of him and of Funk Daddie, I think of my own Dad, his hands moving across the piano keys, singing low.
And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that we’re apart
You wander down the lane and far away
Leaving me a song that will not die
Love is now the stardust of yesterday
The music of the years gone by
Dreams change–while I once dreamed I would be an astronaut, I now dream for 3B, and this song reminds me that what I dream now is that 3B will always know love.
If 3B has to fly to the Moon to find love, so much the better for him.