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.
