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“Look past your thoughts so you may drink the pure nectar of this moment.”


Approximately eight years and one month from today my daughter will be graduating from high school. While I realize that graduation is a time of celebration and great joy, the thought of one of my children no longer living under my roof makes me sad.

And yet I have today and tomorrow and many more with her. So how is it fair to her that I allow anything to slice away even just a sliver of the precious moments that I have remaining with her?

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I spend my days helping children learn from their mistakes.

Some as young as four-years old. Children who haven't been on this Earth very long. Children who still look for our hand when they walk down the hallway. Children who sometimes call us Mom or Dad.

And here's the thing. They do share their mistakes with us. We tell them that it's okay to make mistakes. That that's how we learn. It's all a part of growing up.

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If you have never had the pleasure of watching Still Mine, I highly reccomend that you do as soon as possible. It was one of the most powerful movies I have ever seen. But this piece is not about the movie, rather it is about the impact that one scene in particular had on my thinking.

In the very beginning of the movie there is a scene in which an 87-year-old grandfather tells his 9-year-old grandson about the time he had the courage to walk down to the New York Yankees dugout to get a baseball autographed by Babe Ruth. The grandfather was quite proud of the autograph and was hopeful that this story would resonate with his grandson.

It didn’t.

It didn’t because his 9-year-old grandson had no idea who Babe Ruth was and therefore the story meant nothing to him. The grandfather was incredulous and asked his grandson how he could have possibly reached the age of nine not knowing who Babe Ruth was.

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One of my favorite websites is unsplash.com. It is breathtaking. I have perused the collection of photos numerous times and the one above is without a doubt my favorite. I do not have words to explain why. It just is.

Maybe it is because I like to imagine myself sitting on one of the benches. Reading my favorite paperback while sipping on a latte from a local cafe. Comfortable, because I am wearing jeans, a hoodie and some tennis shoes. Relaxed, because I have absolutely nowhere to be and absolutely nothing to do.

And yet I can’t help but wonder if inserting myself in the photo would lessen its beauty. Should I keep my distance? I will make every effort not to disturb or alter. I must. Beauty like that which is seen in the photo above is precious and must be treated as such. I will be careful.

A careful observer might not even notice me if the photo were to be retaken.

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Fists balled.

Jaw clenched.

Nostrils flared.

It was going to take more than the usual calm down speech to bring him back. After a minute or two it hit me. I knew exactly what I had to get. I was fairly certain it was in my office, but I wasn't quite sure where. Luckily, I found it rather quickly. And I handed it to him. He took it willingly.

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