This little story is inspired by things said by two special women. One is my daughter, Baby E. The other is everyone’s favorite dinosaur friend. Rara, this one is for you.
A mother dinosaur walked her baby into the baby’s bedroom. The sun had just gone down and the moon had just come up. They were talking and laughing as they stepped inside. The baby dinosaur looked out of the window and saw the moon. It looked different than the baby remembered. It wasn’t all there.
“Is that the moon,” she asked her mother.
“Yes,” she answered.
“It looks like a banana,” the baby said.
The mother smiled. “It does today, little one. Do you want to know a secret?”
The baby jumped for joy. She loved hearing secrets. “I want to know the secret, ” the baby cried happily.
“The moon really is a banana. It’s a magic banana.”
“Is it really magic, Mommy?”
“It really is, little one.”
“What does the magic do?”
“At night, things get very dark and scary. The magic banana shines so we can see. It shows us that there is always a light in the darkness. It tells us that there is always a path to the light.”
“It talks to us?”
“Yes it does, little one. You just have to know how to listen.”
The baby dinosaur stood quietly for a minute. “I hear it,” she yelled. “I hear it! ”
The mother dinosaur smiled at her child. “Do you know who the magic banana belongs to?”
“The magic banana belongs to everyone.”
“We all share it?”
“That’s right. Everybody, no matter how big or small, is touched by the light of the magic banana. We can all look up to the sky, see it, and know that there is light enough for everybody.”
“Quiet,” the mother dinosaur whispered. “The magic banana is also telling us something else. We have to listen carefully. Can you hear it?”
“No, Mommy. What’s it saying?”
“It’s saying that it’s time for Mommy’s little one to go to bed.”
The mother dinosaur tucked her baby into bed. She walked to the bedroom door and turned around. The baby dinosaur was already asleep, dreaming of a magic banana.