The windows are fog covered from soup steam and the air smells of baking bread. It is cold outside on this wintery Montana day. I hear the children clattering through the gate and up the back steps, coming home from school. “Don’t bang the screen door”.
The kitchen is filled with bodies, wet coats, boots, mittens strewn about. “You guys pick up those coats and hang them up. Put your mittens away.”
What in the world made me think of this most ordinary moment in my past with such an ache? It was the shower. That is where I think, random thoughts about what I need to do, what the day was like, the book I am reading; just random thoughts in the quiet of the late night hours. But tonight I had this thought; this memory and it pierced my heart fiercely. How could such an ordinary memory cause such emotion? Why would I even remember it.
It is because it wasn’t ordinary, it was miraculous. That is how the moments of our day with our children really are, they are miraculous. We rarely perceive it as so because we are busy taking care of the business at hand. We just don’t see the beauty.
Forty years ago I was twenty one, a new mother starting out. If I live to be one hundred and I think I will, I will live another forty years. Since that day so long ago how many more ordinary, miraculous days have I missed seeing. Was today miraculous? In forty years will I remember it with such happiness and nostalgia as the memory I had today? Have I learned what matters most in life?
That is how it is. We move through life taking care of business. We worry too much. We hug too little, smile not enough and push away joy that we could have. We get confused about what matters most.
I have replayed the memory over in my mind a number of times since the shower. It brings me joy and warmth. Maybe that is the state of man, blindness to the magic of the ordinary days and moments. That was the message of Thornton Wilders play “Our Town”; that we miss so much. That we need to look at people, really look at them, really see them.
We should forget about the screen door, the boots and gloves and gather our precious children up and smell their wetness, kiss their cheeks and just be so glad they are home …and ours!
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