Gabe's always loved the moon. He's been talking about the moon since he first started to talk. Just about every night and every morning he looks for the moon (and, yes, we see the moon in the morning since we're up long before the sun). Gabe looked at the moon for the second time tonight and said, "you have to take a special rocket to get to the moon. But, where do you get a special rocket?" I tried to tell him about astronauts and how very few people get to go to the moon, since you have to go to a special school to learn how to go, etc. HELP! Anyway, he said, "but I really want to go, mom. I want to go to the moon. Can you help me get to the moon?"
Call me crazy, but it breaks my heart to know that he wants to get to the moon and I can't help him. I have a funny feeling that this is just the beginning of helpless mom feeling. Gah!
I'm going to tell Gabe that people who give their Aunties lots of hugs and kisses usually get chosen to be astronauts.
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