My Saturday night astronomy “first” couldn’t have been more rewarding for me. I took my three year old grandson, and my 18 month old granddaughter out for our first observation together. The crescent moon was captured in perfect view through the binoculars we shared. “Yes, it’s a crescent shape, just like the roll you had for dinner last night,” I told Carter, my grandson. We had talked about the moon when he was stuffing himself with rolls and honey the night before. Now, he was excited to see the moon and nearby stars. Even little Kilee peered through the binoculars for her very first glimpse of the moon up close.
Given the affinity my son Zach and I have for astronomy, it was such a privilege to share this first with my two little grandchildren. But as the fog rolled in, an even more exciting learning experience took shape. Our flashlight, pointed up at the heavens, captured the beam of light revealed in the fog. It was an incredible site. I ran inside to grab another flashlight and soon we were brandishing the light spears, complete with sound effects, like laser beams across the darkness of the back yard.
The neighbors’ yard was our next destination where we gazed at the beautiful, blue Christmas lights adorning a dozen maple trees. With flashlights carried by the two little ones, we ventured down my driveway and over to my neighbor’s house where we spent a few minutes enjoying the lights.
On our way back home, with the street light behind us, we spotted our shadows. Carter, who had just learned about shadows in his “mommy preschool” knew what he was seeing, but Kilee stopped in her tracks and stared. Carter and I jumped up and down and waved our arms while our shadows danced for Kilee. She laughed and tried to jump too in her bulky winter coat.
When we decided we were getting a bit too cold, back up toward the house we walked through the darkness. Carter bravely ventured to climb the grassy hill rather than walk up the driveway with us. Kilee was troubled by his bravery and wanted me to follow Carter, so we met him by the tree. A few more minutes were spent blowing our breath on the beams of light, watching the steam waft up through the fog. Once, Carter shined his flashlight on my back at an angle that caused my shadow to reach the tree tops. The fog and light blended together created an erie sight.
When the time came to head back into the house for bedtime cookies and milk, I felt a little bit of sadness that the experience was about to end. What a privilege it was to be able to share such a precious encounter with my grandchildren. It was simple events like this that began our love for astronomy and science, in general, for Zach and me. I’m thankful Emily and Mike, Eric and Becky have given me the opportunity to help inspire a love of learning for our next generation.