Monday, February 1, 2010

"Mommy, there are two moons!"

I was roused out of a half sleep this morning by Ali announcing this into the 6:07 a.m. darkness. I was half asleep because I too was awakened by the moon shining directly into the narrow bedroom window next to the bed, and into my eyes.

The promise of two moons made me sit up. However, the second moon turned out to be a street light, but I could see how Ali was bewitched; it did kind of look like a second moon.

Ali and Omer's enchantment with the moon started early. Ay dede (grandfather moon) is something they used to say over and over, and over. They saw the moon in everything, from a piece of salam (salami) with one bite taken out of it, to a segment of mandalina (mandarin orange), to a white soccer ball. When we put a yellow moon light in their room, they were over the moon. Ay dede was also the first Turkish lullaby I learned, and not by trying. I had heard it so many times that the words were repetitiously embedded into my subconscience. I can't remember what came first, the moon obsession, or the book Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown that L brought to us from the school's library, but it was A and O's absolute favorite book for a very long time.

Around the first few months after they had discovered the moon, A and O loved to moon gaze, always asking at night "where is ay dede?" As soon as they would feast their eyes on the moon they would chortle in unison "ay dede!" We were acutely aware of the moon's presence back then, and it was magical.

One of the best memories I have of AO and the moon is the night we arrived in Cirali, a special spot down on the Mediterranean coast. With our good friends R and L , we had flown in from Istanbul and driven from Antalya on a chilly December night, on a curvy coastal road, to arrive at a magical place called Arcadia. It was off season, so we had run of the place. Ahmet, the owner, let us nose around in the bungalows to choose which one we wanted. As we snuggled in that night, the four of us looked up from the bed to see a bright, full moon shining in through the sky light directly above us. Ali and Omer, Koray and I squealed in unison "ay dede" and we knew in that moment we had been led to a special place.

Ali and Omer's obsession with the moon has waned a bit, but on night walks before they continue their exploration into the inky night, flashlights in hand, they still stand transfixed when the moon appears from behind the clouds, even if it is only for a second or two.

Before lunch today, Ali said "when the moon comes we will watch the regular Ice Age." This combined with Ali's jubilant observation this morning is confirmation that the moon still has a hold on them.

I hope it always will.

1 comment:

  1. So glad that ay dede still has that old magic!