TheBanyanTree: Fwd: The Moon, and Why we can't go past it

[Sachet]

This was such a delight, Jules! It makes me smile lots!

On 5/12/2011 4:07 PM, Julie Anna Teague wrote:
> All of this talk about the moon made me think of this snippet that I
> wrote down about my son, Andy, who is now 20. Fourteen years ago. My
> god, where does the time go? What he doesn't realize is that when I
> look at his nearly 21 year old self, with his muscles and tattoos and
> moving into his own co-op house this August, I still see this little
> tow-headed boy, too. For those of you who know the adult kid, I hope
> this makes you smile a little as it did me.
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> Date: Thu, 21 Aug 1997 08:42:28 -0500 (EST)
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> Andy and I were waxing philosophical last night as we drove through the
> twilight on the way to contradance. This six-nearly-seven year old has a
> power over me--the power to make me laugh with tears rolling down my face,
> the power to amaze, to make me fish around for words to explain the almost
> unexplainable, or to explain the things that are so simple that I've never
> thought to put words to them.
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> And so it was as we delved into spiritual matters last night. We talked
> about how Elvis has been dead for twenty years now. Andy is fascinated
> with Elvis, and he says it seems like he died just yesterday. I asked him
> why and he said it is because he can still listen to his music anytime.
> We talked about the spirit, how the spirit is the part of us that doesn't
> die. Andy and I have many conversations about the spirit. We talked
> about the different things that people believe happen to their spirit when
> they die. Andy told me what he believes. Then this six year old boy told
> me that no one is right, no one really KNOWS. Or conversely, I said,
> everyone is right.
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> I love his questioning. I see a spark in him that I fail to see in many
> people around me, adults and otherwise. Sometimes he is exasperating
> because he questions everything. He questions, whether I am stating facts
> or offering opinion. I sometimes have to go to great lengths to convince
> him of something. He has the spark that starts fires, this son of mine.
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> On the way home, still talking, we look to the skies. The moon is nearly
> full. The manface is big-eyed and open-mouthed. I tell him about the Sea
> of Tranquility. Andy asks how we can keep moving, yet we never drive past
> the moon, and I try to tell him how it works like that when things
> are very, very far away. He says he doesn't understand. I'll draw you a
> picture, I tell him. He says how can I draw a picture of how we can't go
> past the moon. These are difficult things.
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> We lost the moon for a bit, and Andy was ready to disprove all my theories
> about the moon and distance, then turned back east and there it was,
> hanging right over our house. This morning he reminds me, "Remember you
> are going to draw me a picture of the moon and why we can't go past it."
> So I have to go do that now.
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> Julie
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