Look, look! I love this drinking glass! It holds the water admirably, it reflects the light beautifully!
Yet for me, this glass is already shattered.
Therefore I cherish every minute with it.
-Thai meditation master Ajahn Chah, as told to Mark Epstein
He and I nose to nose, dragging out goodnight. I kiss his delicious doughy belly, soft as a baker’s bun, satisfyingly round.
He hugs me back tighter than you’d think possible
For a 3 year old.
We push our faces into each other’s necks and squeeeeeeeeze.
He won’t allow this much longer.
Who will he become?
I admire it, although I won’t see it.
We part slightly, I lean on one elbow to regard him.
He is strong. I see his tiny deltoids
small hills on milky arms.
Hands cupped behind his head, a kind confidence.
He is open, he is poised.
“You are beautiful, Mama!” he suddenly smiles.
For me this boy is already grown,
And I will shatter soon.
I cherish every minute.