Goodnight Moon

We are "moon" people at our home.  We watch the moon, we talk about the moon, we take pictures of the moon.  We are in awe of the moon.

When Walker and Addie were babies, the room was done in moons and stars. We are celestial people.

Years ago, when my brother and I lived in Switzerland, despite all the beauty around us, the thing that inspired me the most, was the moon.  I just could not imagine that a moon so big and lovely was the same moon that was in the sky in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.  It just seemed to me that each country should go "moon shopping"  I was in awe of the moon.

In Switzerland, we would sometimes go down to the mountain to town.  When the boss man was in a good mood, he would let my brother drive "la machine". It was a big "rat track" or a snow machine with a HUGE open back for supplies.  On these nights, it was for partying Swiss folks and some stow away Americans.  As would we travel down or up the mountain under starry skies, the moon seemed like we could reach out and touch it, hang from it or jump on it.  I still can remember those nights, the smell of the snow, the laughter of Swiss people, faint smell of red wine and the moon shining down on us.

During our group therapy sessions, with parents all over the United States, the one thing that gives us all comfort is the moon.  It is the only thing that parents and "walking" children have in common.  We get to see the moon nightly and we know that somewhere in a forest, our children are there. 

And when we open our letters, the children also talk about the moon.  Instead of nightly fireside chats (the fireside chats have been cancelled because our children are also surrounded by forest fires, ugh, that is another blog) they have starry chats.  This is where they lay under the stars and have their "group therapy sessions".  A new spin on therapy.