Life with kids is a meteor shower of experiences. A 24-hour All-You-Can-Eat-7-Layer -Chocolate-Ice-Cream-Cake Buffet. Trying to document it (as I am always compelled to do) is… well, ridiculous. But every once in a while you can preserve a cherry on top here, or perhaps a sprinkle there.
On this night, towards the end of what was chaotically trying -as ever- to be “supper,” ClaraJane got down from the table, crapped in her diaper, gave me a blank look, then turned and marched herself to the bathtub; climbing up before I could even get her clothes off. Parenting is rarely that easy, but every once in a while you catch a break and just quietly follow the genius of your children. What ensued is this Moment of Zen, this Speck of Harmony that I happened to catch like a piece of sparkler dust off a comet’s tail.
Before becoming a parent you would never imagine that a simple moment of peaceful bliss could be… so… scintillating.