Precious Boy

On the way to get Riley at school today I didn't turn the car radio on. When we got there, as I turned off the engine, Seth, from his seat in the back said,

"Mom, I almost felt God."

Unbuckling him, I said, "What do you mean, Seth?"

"I was really quiet and I almost felt God." He looked at me, with happy wide eyes. His tattered blanket in one chubby hand, a Wiggles figurine in the other.

"Did you feel peaceful Seth? Did you feel love?" I took a moment to look into his eyes, not pulling him out of the van just yet .

"Yeah." he said.

I smiled.

"Then you did it Seth. You did feel God. In the stillness."

I lifted him out onto the sidewalk and took his hand. As we walked up the little hill toward the school he said,

"Mom, God is kind of like a meditation."

He is four.

Seth started out the day with a cough. He went to preschool in the morning but it's become progressively worse as the day has gone on. During dinner, he asked to leave the table and shortly after he started throwing up.

All day long I was in a frenzy, but I finally found my stillness, in a dimly lit bedroom, rocking this precious little boy in my arms.

Clearly, I have much to learn from him, if I slow down and listen.