A moon full of feelings, full of love, a moon full of toys
Why is the moon full?
As usual, the evening is full of commotion at our place: go on and brush your teeth, take a shower. Whether we like it or not, we get it all done, but I get really annoyed at "tidy up your toys". I mean, won't they just be scattered all over again tomorrow?
Knowing that my mum likes it when I speak my mind, I think I'll give it a try. So I bravely gulp and say to her:
- Mum, don't you think too that tomorrow we'll just scatter them all over again? It wouldn't make any sense, in my opinion, to tidy them up now and scatter them again tomorrow.
- David, my mum says calmly, that wasn't a good thought! Do you know why the moon is full?
- Full of white?
- Yes! And full of what else?
- I'm not sure about the cheese, but I think I saw a documentary once.
Smiling, my mum urges me to look at it closely.
- Look at it with your mind as well as your eyes! she said.
It gave me the impression that inside it there was the silhouette of a girl.
- Is there a mum inside? I say quickly.
- It's not a mum, my dear!
I look once more, this time I even squint a little, what was it that I was missing?!
- It's round, perfectly round, white and big, you could call that an expert's answer, couldn't you?
- Exactly! An expert who's six years old!
Then my mum comes closer to the window too, takes my shoulders in her warm palms and begins to stroke them. I almost stopped caring at all about this moon and why it might be white.
- As for me, she says, still stroking me, I see a moon full of tidiness!
- You see it spotlessly clean? I say.
- Exactly! And I notice that it shines right into your room, full of toys strewn about every which way.
Without dwelling on it too long, I leap quickly out of her soft hands. Quick, this one here, the dinosaur here, we set the Pokémon on the shelf, the book up top, the pencils in the cupboard. The ball under the chair, back in its place.
Clap, clap, I clap my hands, proud of myself.
I look at the moon, and the moon seems to look back at me, and I suddenly remember that I have to wrap my arms around my mum! And I hug her, I hug her tight!
- You know, I'm certain there's a mum up there on the moon too.
- Why do you think that?
- Otherwise there's no way the moon could be so spotlessly clean.