Last night the moon was amazing from my view on the East Coast. This is because it was a supermoon – a moon which is at the closest point in its orbit to earth. There are between four or six of these a year, but this is actually the largest of this year’s supermoons, as the moon’s orbit isn’t a perfect circle.
This supermoon was particularly special, though, because it coincided with a lunar eclipse, which gave it its distinctive pink colour, and earned it the title “Blood Moon”. The last time this happened was in 1982; the next will be in 2033.
Last night I got out of work at 10 pm. I had been checking out this bad Larry of a moon all evening. But now as I creeped into my house full of sleeping smelly boys, I knew I couldn’t go to bed. I must have laid on a blanket on my lawn for over two hours. I found a black ski mask in the bottom of our draw in the mud room. This past week the Fall has fully swept into New England. So if I was going to stay outside, I needed to find some proper attire.
So there I lay. In my ski mask, on a blanket, listening to music, looking at the blood moon. If my neighbor saw me she’d probably crap her pants. Sorry lady. This whole Mom thing is pretty cool, but I don’t get a lot of time to be weird by myself. Gotta make the best of it.
This is my version of meditation. People think you need to be some new age yogi to meditate. But all you really need to know is that you need to take time to relax your mind. At some point every day. Even if it only for 15 minutes. What do you think running is? You think marathon runners are addicted to moving their legs? Wrong. They are addicted to stepping out of their day for an hour. Taking time to notice what is beautiful around them. Thinking things through in their mind without life distracting them. Maybe that’s not why every one runs, but it’s definitely why I do.
Same thing with people who like to cook. Or read. Or “sun bathing”. Or power walking. Or singing in a choir. It is an activity that calms you and distresses you. How you block out the stress and the noise. Every one needs that, and every one needs to figure out how to do it in their own way.
So any ways. I’m laying on my lawn like a murdering creep at 10:30 on a Sunday night. Tom Petty radio playing. Trying to block out the voice in my head that is like.. “Ugh, lady. Your kids are going to be up at 5:30 AM. Because they are farmers. You should be sleeping.” You shut that negative Nancy of a voice down. Justifications of once in a lifetime moon watching trumps Mom brain.
It was definitely the right call to stay up. Even though this morning is sponsored by Expresso K Cups, I woke up happy.
I’ll share my moon thoughts with you now. So you can be happy too.
Deep shizz my friends.
I woke up this morning and 5:30 AM to a continuous stream of
“Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. No Jack. Hello. Hello. Hello Mom. Jack No. No Jack. Mom Mom Mom. Hello It’s Ben. I’m Ben. Mom.”
I open the door. He cheers, “It’s my Dad!”
I say, “Nope. It’s Mom.”
“Come lay down Mom” says the little voice.
Into the crib I go.
We snuggle up and I close my eyes.
He says, “Mom I did fart and poop.”
Annnnnnnnnnnd the day has begun.
We drank coffee and watch Nemo for millionth time. Since my children insist on being up at 5:30 AM every morning of their life, I allow my children to watch television until the sun comes up. Because I need a half hour to stumble around the house and gather myself. Make coffee. Realize I’m awake.
Once I joined today. I made sure I took some extra time to love on my kids this morning. I let Ben brush my hair with a spatula for about 20 minutes.
Best 20 minutes I’ve had all week.
There is nothing like seeing something awesome in nature to really ground you back down. To be in awe of how small you are in this universe. To be reminded that our existence is big, crazy, wonderful, and not promised tomorrow.