What I Learned, in a Closet, from My 3-Year Old Son

This is the moment! This one! Here! Now! Be present to it!

Jesse and me, 1997

One morning, 25 years ago, I found myself standing in my closet, madly searching for clean clothes in a last minute attempt to pack before yet another business trip, when I noticed my 3-year old son, Jesse, standing in the entrance. In one hand he held a small plastic wand, in…