In the middle of a full-scale temper tantrum,
my four-year-old suddenly stopped,
looked out the window
and stared in complete silence
at the sun through these bare branches.
With tears still clinging to his cheeks, he said,
“I like looking at the sky. It’s so blue.”
He soon resumed his tantrum
(induced by a missing green lollipop),
but that minute when we
stared at the sky together,
right in the eye of the storm
was a little slice of heaven.
At the end of the day,
I think it’s those stolen moments
that matter most.