We Beat the Moon

A Story of Childhood Wisdom and Sunset Grace

The sun was sinking low the other night, that golden kind of light where everything feels like a memory before it’s even over.

We’d been outside for a while—running, laughing, exploring, existing. No big plans. Just the kind of playful, everyday magic that doesn’t feel all that significant until someone says something that stops time.

And my daughter did.

She looked up at the streaks of orange and pink still hanging in the sky and said, “It’s almost bedtime. But that’s okay.”

I said, “Yes, it is.”

And then she added, “At least we beat the moon.”

I repeated it back, “We beat the moon?” hoping she’d explain.

She nodded, a little sweaty and a lot satisfied, and said: “Yeah. At least we did all the fun things we normally do before the moon. We beat the moon.”

And just like that, my child handed me the kind of life lesson that would make a bestselling memoir title.

We beat the moon.

We didn’t waste the day. We played hard and loved big and soaked it in.

We made time count, not by stuffing it full, but by living in it fully.

So when the ending came—when the sun bowed out and the moon rose up—she wasn’t sad. She was at peace.

She had nothing to regret.

Because she beat the moon.

And isn’t that the dream? To greet the end of something—not with panic, or with grasping, or with guilt—but with a deep, calm joy that says: “We did it. We were here. We played. We laughed. We used the day well.”

So here’s to beating the moon. To making space for the good stuff. To trusting that even the endings can feel okay—if we’ve lived the middle with heart.

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