My elder son has been given a science project which requires him to record the phases of the moon for a whole month. He needs to observe and draw the moon every night and note the changes. I was fairly happy with the project, it seemed simple, fun to do and informative.
What I did not realise, was that the project was going to turn into one of discovery and wonder. As we walk hand in hand each night staring up at the sky, trying to spot the moon ( which has been playing peek a boo for the last one week). We have discovered not just stars, planets and constellations, but also the fact that we love talking to each other and sharing thoughts. I have discovered that he is but a replia of me in his thoughts and emotions. I am filled with wonder at the miracle of genetics which has produced such a perfect young chap who is so much like me yet so different.
Thanks to this project, today I know that he no longer idolises Malinga, his new hero being Brett lee. I know now that he is regularly tormented by a headless monster in his dreams. I know that his favourite dog is a dachshund. I wonder if it was not for this project would I have ever spent so much time gazing up at the skies with my son everyday and discussing his life's trivia. Maybe not.
I am eternally grateful to the teacher who thought of this moongazing. It has helped me understand my little boy who is slowly inching towards adolescence and who may never again in my life time spend so much time walking hand in hand with me.
What I did not realise, was that the project was going to turn into one of discovery and wonder. As we walk hand in hand each night staring up at the sky, trying to spot the moon ( which has been playing peek a boo for the last one week). We have discovered not just stars, planets and constellations, but also the fact that we love talking to each other and sharing thoughts. I have discovered that he is but a replia of me in his thoughts and emotions. I am filled with wonder at the miracle of genetics which has produced such a perfect young chap who is so much like me yet so different.
Thanks to this project, today I know that he no longer idolises Malinga, his new hero being Brett lee. I know now that he is regularly tormented by a headless monster in his dreams. I know that his favourite dog is a dachshund. I wonder if it was not for this project would I have ever spent so much time gazing up at the skies with my son everyday and discussing his life's trivia. Maybe not.
I am eternally grateful to the teacher who thought of this moongazing. It has helped me understand my little boy who is slowly inching towards adolescence and who may never again in my life time spend so much time walking hand in hand with me.
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