I used to believe that my father was the sun and my mother was the moon.
But then my father met his now wife, and saw them together, and there was no way to deny that she was the sun, vibrant and fiery and powerful and unapologetic. I became confused as a child, because if she was the sun, what did it make my father?
After time, I remembered that my father was a Cancer, whose ruling planet is not a planet at all. It is the moon. And I realized that perhaps my father never was the sun, but the moon all along, and he needed to meet his wife so that she could shine her light onto him and help him be the person he was always meant to be.
But then, what was my mother?
She was the eclipse, who did her best to block the light from my father and prevent him from shining.
Once I realized this, I resolved to pay attention to the people I allow in my life, because there will be people who try to steal your light. Eclipses might be beautiful, but without the sun, life does not thrive.
