Lunar Eclipse

My youngest son is a space enthusiast. His bedroom is decorated with posters of the planets and the space shuttle. There are those glow-in-the-dark stars plastered all over his ceiling, and mounted directly above his bed is a working replica of the solar system.

In February 2008, when he was twelve-years-old, he found out there was going to be a lunar eclipse visible in our area. He was so excited about it that he posted a note on the main entrance to our house so we wouldn’t forget. He eagerly waited for the day to come, and was extremely upset when that day finally arrived and it was cloudy and rainy. Thankfully, it cleared up that evening just in time to watch the eclipse. He laid out in the yard for over an hour with his cousin, and documented the progress of the eclipse with our video camera. He was so excited that it was all he could talk about when I put him to bed that night. We watched the video the next day, and he continued to talk about it for two weeks. I can’t even count how many times he thanked me for letting him stay up past his bed time on a school night to watch it.

In stark contrast, my oldest son, who was fifteen at the time, walked in the back door just after I put my youngest son to bed. He had been talking to his girlfriend on the phone while he watched the eclipse from the back yard.

When he walked in he asked me, “Was that it?”

I asked, “What do you mean?”

He said, “The eclipse. Is that all there is to it?”

I said, “Yeah… that’s all there is.”

He responded with, “That was lame,” and headed to his bedroom.

Funny, isn’t it, how children from the same parents can be so different?


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