Yesterday
evening, my son, my youngest – his mother and sister and brother had gone out,
leaving us to our own introvert devices; to his self-containment, and my
nagging fear that presence and telepathy might be Not Enough for love – put
away what he was doing, came and sat in the same space as me, and asked, ‘How
has your day been?’
How has your day been?
And
I, after a moment’s consideration, replied, ‘The best moment has been this one:
your asking me “How has your day been?” In this moment, I am blessed beyond
measure. Thank you.’
A
minute or two later, he wandered off again. Or was it a life-time?
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