At Ava’s Waldorf-based school, they tell a story for each child’s birthday celebration about how the children start out as star babies in the heavens. The star babies peer down at earth and choose their parents; shortly after, they are born to those parents. In Ava’s story, she chooses her first set of parents in China, so the angel takes her to them first but for only a very short time. Then the angel places Ava in our arms, gives her a kiss, and leaves. I love the sweet story.
Last night while waiting for the bus to Boulder, Ava and I were looking at the night sky and I told her I thought the brightest star was actually the planet Jupiter. She said she wanted to go to Jupiter so I told her that when I was younger, I wanted to be an astronaut. But when I was older I changed my mind and decided to become a teacher.
She said, “And a mom, right? And because I didn’t have a mom, I chose you.”
I’m not sure if she meant she didn’t have a mom while she was a star baby in the heavens or if she meant after she was born. Either way, I am the luckiest mom in the world that she chose me.
