We were four blocks and six minutes from the YMCA, growing older at a red light, when my daughter requested we listen to the music on channel 1.
I felt like I could pass on the violins today. But…
but it was the way my daughter asked–so unassumingly–that I pushed our first programmed radio station button– “channel 1”– and listened as a harpsichord concerto filled our van.
The effect was immediate.
My daughter went silent on her please-don’t-touch-me crusade from the backseat and murmured, “I just love concert music.”
My son quit poking his sister’s face and chirped, “I love it, too.”
And I…I forgot for a moment my urgency to get to the Y before the car ahead of me.
Peace hides in the strangest places.