Stolen Moments

As a father of two, I always treasure the time I spend with my kids. Its probably my favorite time in fact. Although, and those of you who are parents will appreciate this; I found myself all alone for a little while this weekend, and it was so peaceful. It was so quiet, and I felt a little bit relaxed. Somewhere during this time, I thought to myself this stolen moment is really great. This respit from the screaming and the running is so calming.

Having had this thought however; somehow identifying this moment as a stolen one, was really thought provoking. I say this because as I watch the two pieces of Kudzu that are my children grow rapidly before my eyes, I find myself feeling selfish. I find that anytime I am not with my children, I am missing out. Sort of a paradigm shift if you think about it. The moments you think you are stealing, are often moments stolen from you.