Bella was just standing on her chair by the window looking out on the world and commenting on what she sees: dogs, trucks, her ball in the yard, snow on the ground. And the moon.
I’m pretty sure she knows the word “moon” from books and not from either Dom or myself pointing to the celestial orb in the sky and naming it for her. She knows moon because the moon appears in so many of the picture books we read to her. Just as she knows rabbits and horses and geese from pictures in books. But this is the first time I’ve seen her make the leap on her own from the picture in the book to the object out in the world.
She ran and found her balls (“Two balls, mama,” she told me, holding them up.) and stood once again on her chair holding them up as she gazed at the moon. “Ball, moon, ball, moon…”
This is a magic moment. I love watching her learning to describe and to think about her world, to connect abstract and concrete, to use language and enjoy it’s rhythms and poetry. Glimmers of insight, the magic of books and the beauties of the world around us….