As I See It / December 2006
More Than a Minute
Though her life was marked by monumental events and epic tragedy, Rose Kennedy said, “Life isn’t a matter of milestones but of moments”. The moments can’t really be made; they come of their own accord, the good ones, the bad ones, the ones that are so precious they leave a permanent impression on the heart.
‘Tis the season for moments.
They are surprisingly quiet, those moments, in a season filled with ringing phones and slamming car doors. They glow, rather than glitter; and leave with a sigh, not a song.
The rollicking clamor that is Christmas holds equal parts anticipation and indulgence. This is a month of sensory extravagance, filled with delicious tastes, scents and sights. It’s an emotional emotional roller coaster, with exhilarating highs and despairing lows, gathering speed and sometimes crashing along the way.
But, sometimes, not always, but sometimes, there’s a moment. It comes with a gentle intake of breath, the small but unmistakable “Oh!”, the concentrated determination to save that very minute for eternity.
It is the shimmers and shadows of an early morning snowfall. It is the curl of a baby’ tiny grip around a finger. It is the puppy snuggled into a child’s cheek. It is all the children at the table, for once just talking and laughing, not bickering, not whining. It is a father’s approval, or a lover’s smile or shared tears of laughter between a mother and daughter. It is a son in uniform,walking through the door, safe and sound. It is a moment.
Albums and scrapbooks may be filled with snapshots, but moments are preserved in the heart. No one has ever measured how many the heart can hold, though there seems to always be room for one more. They aren’t ordinary memories, to pass around and reexamine, like familiar photos, getting tattered and worn around the edges. Moments are kept in some special chamber, pristine and precious.
Funny how they don’t fade. Instead, like old silver, they develop a patina, a luster, an incandescence, polished by the soft cloth of time.
This is a month of sparkling color, of greetings and gadgets, of busy kitchens and welcoming hugs. There are presents to buy and traditions to keep, cards and cookies, parties and packages. Somewhere in the swirl of the season, perhaps there will be a moment, a moment so touching, so purely personal that for an instant, it stands still, and is affixed forever by the delicate threads of heartstrings.
A Woman’s View wishes you all a Merry Christmas, a happy holiday season, and, a moment. PL
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