‘Mummy? How can I get a star in this jar?’
I glanced down at my eight year old daughter. She had come to my side, holding a large jam jar in both hands and frowning into it. I stopped chopping vegetables for the pasta sauce and turned to her.
‘A star?’ I questioned.
She nodded once and clutching the jar tighter to her chest, looked up at me.
‘It’s for Nana’s birthday,’ she explained.
‘Oh…Well, you know catching a star is very hard. You can only see them at night and you need a really long fishing rod, a net and maybe some rope,’ I told her.
She stared up at me with big blue eyes framed with loose yellow curls that had escaped her ponytail. She pouted, becoming confused, but I could also she that she was trying to work out if I was lying or not.
‘Perhaps. Instead of a real star we could just make some?’ I suggested.
‘I’ll show you after dinner. Here, let me put that somewhere safe for you….’
I reached to take the jar from her, but she shook her head and started walking off.
‘Be careful!’ I called after her.
She mumbled something and walked out of the kitchen.
I listened for a few moments as her voice drifted back from the living room where her dad and baby brother were watching cartoons. She seemed to be telling him what I had just said. Shaking my head, I got back to making dinner, but my thoughts were really on how to create a star that would satisfy her.
Afterwards, I gathered some craft supplies and found an old box of Christmas white fairy lights. Bringing everything into the living room, I presented my ideas to her and though she seemed a little uncertain, within two hours we had created some stars in a jar.
‘Do you think Nana will like it?’ I asked as I tucked my daughter into bed at last.
She looked at the jar which was now on her bedside. The fairy lights glowed softly inside it, casting light on to the danging paper stars attached to the lid. It did like very effective.
‘Yes,’ she replied, ‘and you were right mummy. That was a lot easier then catching a real star. Though I do wish we could have given it ago.’
‘Maybe, we could try tomorrow? Good night,’ I whispered.