Let’s be at peace for just a moment,

here.

In this moment.

Quiet tinkering of blocks and books.

French toast sticks, which are served on the table, not on the plate. Because the plate is for syrup. And yes, French toast in the middle of the afternoon, because your boy is sick, and on sick days you can have whatever you like.

Or how about facing the facts.

You have a coach in front of you, a friend beside.

It is time to own up to the scary facts.

But when you look at them in this way,

calmly, not darting your eyes away,

it’s a little less scary.

It’s at least no worse than you’ve feared.

You are strong enough to look the truth straight in the face, and it will all be alright.

Or placing my head on his shoulder,

feels like coming home.

Resting there, a few muscles away from his heart,

the muscle where I want to live,

buried and untouchable.

Sweet and simple and true.

Life in the full, life in the dull

moments.