The sun has popped out from behind the clouds and its light seeps in around the blinds in our living room. Son is laying down on the floor, cuddled up with a pillow. I snuggle myself down beside him; my head on the pillow, feet up on the window seat. I open the manual to Son’s favourite snap circuit set; the one he plays with every single day.
On the page, a cartoon person made out of snap circuit parts waves and explains various aspects of electricity and circuitry. “Read that one, mama”, Son points. I say, “Capacitor. The capacitor stores energy, but unlike a battery…”. Son doesn’t move. He barely breathes. I can almost see his brain soaking up the information. We read on and on and on.
What are you grateful for?
A Thousand Tiny Gratitudes 