Growy and the New Star

Good evening, little one. Tonight your friend Growy takes you up to a wide, dark sky, sprinkled with stars. Your own star shines there, warm and bright. But tonight, something feels a little different in the air.

'A brand-new little star is about to be born,' says Growy softly. A worried thought flickers in you: if a new star comes, will mine shine a little less? Growy nods. 'That is a real feeling, and it is okay to have it.'

Then, twinkle, a tiny new star blinks on. It is small, and a little wobbly. You look quickly at your own star. And oh: it has not dimmed at all. Both of you shine, side by side.

'Love is not divided. It grows,' whispers Growy. 'The sky just made room for one more light.' The tiny new star gazes up at yours, wobbling, trying to learn how to shine.

So you shine a little steadier, showing the little one the way. You can be gentle. You can be the big, warm star it looks up to. Two stars, close together in the dark. Then Growy asks, 'So, little one... did we grow a little today?' You did. 'Here is your little grow for tomorrow,' says Growy. 'Be the steady big star for someone smaller, just for a moment.' Good night, little one.