That's what my three year old daughter Imaan says to me every night as soon as it is dark outside. Then we go to the window and look to see where it is and what the shape of it is that night. She is always pleased when we spot it and exclaims happily "I see it Mommy, I see it, tonight it's a crescent shape!". And I always smile and say very good honey and think to myself, how sweet when kids are so young and innocent that the sight of something as ordinary as the moon gives them such pleasure. That's just one of the things that makes children so special, the ability to appreciate things we take for granted.
I remember when I was a child, there was a window seat in my bedroom and I used to sit there at night and look up at the moon and think about all the things I wanted to do someday and how life seemed full of endless possibilities. I miss that feeling. For a long time I thought of it as a pleasure only afforded to young children and dreamers, but I don't think that anymore. I think I just stopped looking one night, and once we stop looking, we sometimes stop believing in ourselves and we forget our dreams and start just existing. Getting by. Making it through the day.
But my daughter has forced me to start believing again. She takes me by the hand and shows me the moon and the happiness it gives her. She shares it with me. It's one of the many things I love about her.
Chanda Re (Oh Moon)