The Three Words I Never Want to Forget
Leaves crunching underfoot, the sun warming my chilled face, my daughter’s laughter ricocheting around the yard — it’s a memory I never want to forget. And yet, had my daughter not urged me to notice the moment — to really feel what I was experiencing — it’s likely the memory would fade away, quick as the setting autumn sun.
We are here, she said, reminding me of the fleeting nature of things like fall, a perfect afternoon, childhood.
We are here, she said, a gentle nudge to come back into the moment, to notice what I may not have otherwise.
We are here, my nearly three-year-old daughter said, reminding me that the wisdom of children is overlooked and undervalued.
I remained where my feet were planted for a moment. I looked at her and repeated what she had said.
“We are here, “ I said. “Say it with me.”
“We are here,” we said over and over again as we ran through the leaves together.
“We are here,” she said when I asked her to remind me of her words.
Before she said it, I wasn’t there, not really. My mind was adrift, thinking about what was coming next, what happened before, but not what was happening now. I had been running through the leaves with her, our shoes getting wet from the residual raindrops of the afternoon’s shower, physically — not mentally.
But she tethered me, and I was there.
I was there.
I was there.