Heart rate, blood pressure, temper, all spiking. My chest, filling with pressure, about to blow. I was on the verge of fight or flight, when the most beautiful sound reached me from the backseat.
In a sweet, clear, boyish soprano, my son began to sing, “In the arms of the angel, fly away from here…” I joined in at the chorus, faking the lyrics. But as I sang, everything lifted up and out of me through the moonroof. All the tension, the frustration, the rage. Gone.
Once again, at just the right time and in just the right way, my son taught me everything I needed to know in that moment. What a wise, little, old soul he is.
Now, let’s all sing together…“Angel” by Sarah McLachlan
Happy Father’s Day Everyone!