Allowing A Moment

As I write, my youngest child sits on the arm of our reciner chair and nestled in the crook of my left arm. Her tanktop affords me the deliciousness of the baby-soft skin of her shoulder next to my face. I turn, planting three happy kisses on her shoulder. On the third kiss, her shoulder quickly rises-- it feels as though she is squirming uncomfortably to be freed of this uninvited disruption of her television time. Trying not to feel rejected, I let her be, only to realize that she is moving her head downward to meet mine, even as her shoulder raises my head to hers. She acknowledges the kisses, and returns the Love, by nestling her head between my face and shoulders. As she presses her cheek to my temple, I drink in this precious, innocent Love. I am fed in heart and spirit by this everyday moment, this simple, sacred blessing shared between us. I trust that her own beautiful heart is fed as well. And I realize, as I bask in this flow, that I nearly missed it. Had I let myself be run by the initial impression of rejection, recoiling in response, this moment could not have happened. Taking a breath, allowing myself to wonder what will happen next, and allowing the unfolding made it possible. An instant reaction would have blocked the magic, the memory, and the expansion of Love in a Sacred Moment. (Photo ©Dana Romano, 2007)