One night when my son was about 4 years old, I picked him up from my mom’s who had been babysitting him. From my rearview mirror, I noticed him looking up to the sky, eyes delightfully transfixed. When we got home and I was taking him out of his car seat, he commented, “Mommy the moon followed us all the way home”. I agreed and said something to the effect of, “Yes isn’t that cool?” As I held him walking to the house, he tried to reach for the moon with his tiny hand. He then said, “Mommy, I wish I could grab it and give it to you”. It was so sweet, it melted my heart and clearly, it is an indelible memory. Since the day he was born, I wish for him the moon and beyond.
- Marsha Dorsey-Outlaw, 2020