Friday, August 28, 2009

Star Light, Star Bright


As is the custom when staying at a lakeside cabin, we spent a couple of evenings gathered around a hard-won fire (wet wood is so particular about burning). We roasted marshmallows and ate s'mores. Well, technically I am the only one who ate fully assembled s'mores. The kid just ate marshmallows straight out of the bag and her dad just ate the chocolate. We had a flashlight with us so that we could see as needed once it got really dark (and if you've ever been hours away from the city, you know that that kind of dark is DARK). A is obsessed with flashlights so of course she was waving it around and aiming it directly in the dogs' eyes.

"Hey, put it under your chin and say 'it was a dark and stormy night,'" I suggested.

She held the beam under her chin. "I'm gonna tell you guys a ghost story. But don't worry, it's only a little bit scary."

"What is your story about?" I asked her.

P muttered under his breath: "I dunno, but I know it's gonna be long."

The kid sat on a stump and positioned herself. "There was a big monster and it ate the baby ghost . . . " she began. Indeed, the story went on for quite some time. Not only did the horrifying monster eat the baby ghost (and who knew that ghosts are, in fact, edible?), it went on to devour the ghost's siblings as well. The ghosts' mom and dad were devastated and yet relieved not to have been consumed themselves. Then, inexplicably, a little robot entered the story. And then a fireman. The fireman turned out to be the most diabolical character of all because, when the little robot's batteries died, the fireman flatly refused to change them. I got a little lost at that point. Maybe it was the sangria, or maybe it was that the tale did not, in fact, make a whole lot of sense. Every time we thought the narrative was nearing its denouement, she would say, "And thennnnnn . . . "

When the tale finally did end, we looked up at the stars and noticed that they seemed more numerous and bright than the sky over our regular old house. A tilted her head back and said, "Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight."

"You have to keep your wish a secret," I reminded her. She nodded.

"You wished for ice cream, didn't you?" P asked her. Normally, she does tell us what she wished for and nine times out of ten, it is ice cream. This is good because, on occasion, we can actually make her wish come true and that makes us feel like darned good parents.

"I always used to make the same wish," I told my daughter. It was true. I made the same wish from 1998 to 2005. Every birthday cake, every fountain, every star in the sky.

"What did you wish for, Mommy?" She looked up at me expectantly.

"Don't you know, goober?" I looked back at her and smiled. "I wished for you.

8 comments:

Sammy said...

I'm so glad your wish came true. :-)

Mary said...

Boy, that girl really has a great imagination!! Sounds and looks like you had a very nice time up there, I checked out your pictures. And of course your last line got me.... sniff sniff.;)

Beth said...

Sniff. Your wish came true in a beautiful way. I'm glad for you!

Lisa said...

AWwww... that made me cry!!!

Steph K said...

I'm glad I'm not the only sap that got teary over this one.

Susie said...

Thanks for making me all misty eyed! What a sweet, sweet story. One thing she can always be sure of is the love you have for her. What a beautiful gift!

Lisa.Y. said...

Good heavens, I am glad I read the comments because I thought my horomones must be rockin' the charts. My eyes had more moisture than a glass of iced tea in the summertime! Seriously though, I couldn't help but relate. I wished for my baby on every star, candle, fountain, everytime the clock digits lined up (ex:5:55), when I found one of those dandelion tufts, so forth and so on.

Anonymous said...

Aw, that is a sweet moment! I wished for her too!!! Love you both.
XO, Aunt Mona