It was not her intention to enforce stargazing. But she was tired of her boys peering down at their little gaming screens, and she thought it was time they looked up.
And LIttle Brother had punched Big Bro in the stomach, so Mom banished all screen-times, and enforced family dog-walking.
The last few nights walking the dog, she’d wished her boys had been along. With the intention of just that, a moment together out on a clear night, stargazing.
Not challenging them to find the little dipper as if stargazing were homework.
“I see it,” said Little Bro. “Right there.” He pointing up. Anywhere.
“I know all about stars,” Big Bro said.
Then he told all about the stars. How they actually were hotter than the sun. But not as hot to us because they’re soooo much farther away than the sun.
And then there’s the Big Blue Star behind the moon. That no one knew existed until men went to the moon and could see it.
And then there’s that tiny blue star behind Pluto. That is only a centimeter long.
“Wow. That’s a pretty tiny star,” Mom mused. She was looking for LIttle Bro; he tends to go quiet when Big Bro goes rambling. He was lagging behind, picking up sticks to throw to the dog in the dark.
“The astronauts had an enormous telescope to see it. But there are no pictures because their ship blew up on the way back.”
“Look! The vanishing stick!” LIttle Bro said, tossing one into the dark.
It did. Vanish. He’s really into magic tricks, making coins vanish from his pockets.
By the time they’d circled back to their house, whatever intention she’d had didn’t seem to matter. Because intentions often don’t result, if ever, in the actually intended. Instead, perhaps in the more surprising of stories about big blue stars hidden behind the moon and even tiny ones way out past Pluto, past the boundaries of the wildest of imaginations.