On Peaches, Park Benches, and Choosing What Matters Most
Good stuff happens when we stop
“Can we eat a peach?”
My son was close to turning four. We were walking back from the Tuesday morning market in our town. It was summertime. I still had to work. He didn’t.
“Can’t it wait till we get home? I’ve got things to do.”
“I’m hungry. It’s just a peach!”
And with that, the two of us grabbed a seat on an empty park bench across the street from our apartment. For the next five minutes, we sat there in silence eating our peaches, looking up occasionally to take in the world and the people around us.
“Thanks, Dad,” my kid said after making the one-minute walk back home. “That was a really good peach!”
It’s ridiculous when you think about it.
I was a word away from missing out on that moment because I wanted to spend the next five minutes probably sending an email to someone I can’t remember or trying to write an article that most people probably forget.
It’s crazy when you think about it. The moments that stick with us. The little ones that hit us.
To anyone walking by, we looked like any middle-aged guy and his kid sitting on a bench…
