It seems as if my friend, Kim, and I are on the same wave length. Last weekend, I was having fun with my iPhone camera taking pictures of things in my backyard from different perspectives. I took a few pictures of my Cutie orange tree while lying down on my chaise lounge. I also took a picture of the sun from the same position on the lounge chair. I was interested in taking a picture of a bee that was flying around from flower to flower on the tree, but I was having trouble getting the shot in the prone position. I had to get up and take the shot from a different perspective. The top.
In any case, I was going to blog about it, but other things took hold of my attention. I never got to writing. That’s when I saw Kim’s post on her blog, Thinking Through My Lens. Her story was entitled Considering Perspective. I didn’t want it to seem like I was copying her, so I decided not to write about perspective.
Then, last week, I read the story Stars, by Mary Lyn Ray. It’s a beautiful story about how stars are everywhere. I read the book to my students because in a few weeks we will be voting on the California Young Reader Medal Award. Stars is one of the nominees this year.
As I read the story to my students, there was one section in particular that reminded me of my daughter, Allison. I thought it would be a nice story to share on my blog. I didn’t get around to writing it over the weekend. However, I got a notification via email that Kim had posted something new. And guess what? It was about stars, too! You can read her post Stars Emerge about one of her students. Now Kim is going to think I copied her because I am going to write a star story, too. However, my story is more of a sweet memory I have based on stars and my daughter, Allison.
There was a page in the book that reminded me of a special moment I shared with my husband and Allison. The page before said,
But stars that
come with night-
On the very next page, this was the illustration. Kids putting on their pajamas to go view the stars with their parents.
When I saw the picture of the parents with their kids in pajamas watching the stars it reminded me of Allison. When she was about 5 years old, we went on a camping trip to Agua Caliente in the Anza-Borrego Desert. We went with a few of our neighbors. One night, while we were sitting around the campfire, we told stories and talked. Every once in a while someone would yell out, “There goes a shooting star!” Everyone would look up and catch the star, except for Allison. This happened about 5 or 6 times that night. Allison missed every single one. She was so upset that she started crying. She announced that she was never going to see a shooting star in her life! We couldn’t help but laugh. But it was huge to a 5 year old. My husband tried to make her feel better, and she was able to calm down. Fast forward a few weeks later. My husband tells Allison that there was supposed to be a meteor shower around 2:00 A.M. on Monday. Allison was so excited, because she would finally get to see her shooting star. She asked my husband if she could stay up to wait for the meteor shower. My husband told her she couldn’t because it was a school night and she would have to go to bed at her normal time. However, he told Allison that if she happened to be up at 2:00 in the morning, she could watch for the shower. She agreed to that. My husband and I went to bed that Sunday night thinking she wasn’t going to get up. Around 1:45 A.M., Monday morning, we hear the pitter-patter of tiny feet bounding into our bedroom. She was standing on my husband’s side of the bed looking down on him. That pretty much scared my husband awake. He had to keep his promise since she woke up in time for the meteor shower. We have no idea how she managed to get herself up at the right time. However, this is a girl who pretty much potty-trained herself, so nothing surprises us anymore. The three of us sat quietly in our pajamas, looking out our bedroom window, waiting for the stars to shower. Picture us with our chin in our hands, elbows resting on the window sill. We were not disappointed. We saw several shooting stars. Allison was so happy. She made a wish on every single shooting star she saw and went back to bed happily. I will always remember that moment. I am glad I read the book Stars to my students. It brought back a happy memory.