flying and the moon

Dorathea was admiring the window boxes I put in the upstairs windows today.  As she looked out the window she said "Mommy I can stand there (on the roof) and then fly".  Panic struck me first, "No, we don't jump off the roof, we can't fly, birds can.". Then I thought she believes she can fly, how amazing.

This reminded me of the night Dorathea discovered the moon.  "Moooon"  She pointed up at it with her chubby two-year old finger.  "Come down!" she called to it.  "Come down moon!".  I laughed.  A couple months later when her talking had gotten better she said it again.  I asked, "Why do you want the moon to come down?".  "To play with me" she said.  We started singing a song at church that week that went, "Come down come, down as the praises go up" Everytime I thought of Dorathea inviting the moon to play with her.

To my child flying is reality and the moon is a playmate.  She is able to do every beautiful thing in her childish imagination.  I aspire to be like her.