Feb 27 , 2019
I remember having star-shaped yellow glow in the dark- plastic on my bedroom ceiling when I was young. I remember laying in bed at night just staring at them, wide-eyed. I would keep still under the sheets waiting. Then, after a few moments, I would be enveloped by this feeling of awe and excitement all at the same time. The same one I would feel whenever I would stay out at night many childhood summer nights ago in the countryside.
My chest would well up with joy and wonder at the night sky. I couldn’t help but marvel at what’s painted above me. Sometimes, I would wish for a shooting star to cut across the dark expanse so I can make a wish.
I know I was a quirky kid.
And I can recall the day when I first found out about these luminous stars. I got them as a Christmas present from my folks. They knew how fascinated I was by all things outer space. Oh, how excited I was! To bring the stars indoors, in my bedroom, for me to enjoy whenever I want. It was a dream!
My parents left me to it to arrange the stickers into constellations, other galaxies, sometimes even into hidden messages on my walls and ceiling. It felt like I was creating my little world (and I guess I was). Sometimes, I would even imagine myself a space explorer, going where no man has gone before.
I have my kids now, and living in the city makes it hard for them to see the stars at night. There’s just too much light pollution. We don’t get to visit much of the countryside either due to something called work. But being the parent that I am, I want them to have the same sense of awe I did when I was a kid. I don’t want them to miss out on that.
So if I can’t bring them to the stars, I’ll bring the stars to them.
Thank heavens for the geniuses who invented this glow in the dark wall stickers. These glow in the dark wall stickers looks more realistic than the plastic I used to have when I was growing up. My kids even told me that it feels like they’re sleeping under the stars. What’s impressive is that during the day, these glow in the dark wall stickers merge with my wall like they’re never there because they are more white than yellow.
As corny as it sounds, these small pieces of hope have made my dark days (because of puberty) a little brighter if those stars could talk though, boy. The stories they would tell.
Now, I’m older, and I realized how precious those moments were. I got to experience the magic of staring up in space and feeling as though millions of eyes are looking back at me. Some even winking at me as if to say I’ll be alright, and that the future is bright.
Don’t get me wrong. Even back then I knew how special it was to have that fantastic, stellar view. What I’m saying is my appreciation has grown even more now that I, we, don’t get to see it as often as we’d like.
For now, my kids will get the next best thing. They now have a room full of stars and, hopefully, a mind full of imagination and wishes.