In the beginning, the Little One’s solar system orbited around a warm, loving, life-giving and nurturing sun. (That would be me.) I was the center of his universe. The one he valued over all others. The one who was missed. The one who was cried for when it came time to go to school. The one he called in the middle of the night. The one whose hand he always wanted to hold. The one who he always wanted to be with.
It is a wondrous and glorious thing to be the center of someone’s universe. (It is a feeling I’ve been mourning since the first few years of my life when I — the first-born child and the first-born grandchild — was the center of quite a few universes until other lesser celestial beings (i.e., brothers and cousins) came along and stole my bright shining glory and demoted me to one of the numerous moons circling Jupiter1.)
But a few weeks ago, a terrible event happened. A cataclysmic change in the Little One’s solar system. I would go so far as to call it the equivalent of a supernova2.
Mr. Jenners took this photo with his superduper telescope camera (NOT!)
In one sudden and powerful explosion, I was no longer the sun. There was a new bright shining star in the Little One’s universe — a “more attractive, fun, intelligent and cool”3 star. Suddenly, the Little One’s father (that would be Mr. Jenners) was the center of his universe. This seismic change was accompanied by quotes such as:
- “I love Daddy more than Mommy. Daddy is so cool and awesome.”
- “Why do you have to go to work, Daddy? I don’t want to be stuck with Mommy.”
- “You’re my best buddy, Daddy. Mommy is just a friend.”
- “Daddy was telling me about how to make good choices. Now that I’m older, I can make my own choices and now I choose Daddy. I have information now.”4
The New Sun and his son are beyond cute — but almost sickeningly so. Watching them pal around and express their mutual admiration of each other has made me quite ill (and perhaps a teeny tiny itty bitty little bit jealous) at times.
And as for me … well, I’m out here on Pluto — the lonely little planet5 orbiting way out on the edge of the solar system — cold, icy, dark and alone. But hey — give me some good books, a computer and an occasional night out at the movies and I’ll be just fine.
1 Can you tell we’ve been reading some books about the solar system lately? I’m amazed how little I either remembered or knew in the first place. For example, did you know that the first four planets are made of rock but the next four are made purely of gas? News to me!
2 Do you know how tedious it is to write this post and to have to constantly double-check that I’m using my newfound astronomical information correctly? But nothing but the most scientifically accurate information in my long and complicated metaphor for my beloved readers!
3 Mr. Jenners’ words — not mine. I threw up in my mouth a little as I typed them.
4 I cannot even tell you how much Mr. Jenners LOVED this. He’s been trying to teach the Little One about how he is old enough now that he can start making choices and that there are good choices and bad choices. Little did I know that this little life lesson would take effect and be used against me so quickly.
5 Poor Pluto. I don’t think he is even a planet anymore. Maybe a dwarf planet, but I think he was stripped of his title a few years back. Remember that? Nothing like a sudden announcement like “Hey…only 8 planets now” to rock your world a little bit.