Complete

On a certain suburban weekend evening after running a sprint like marathon cycle of feeding, bathing , cleaning , entertaining my gleefully happy and hence clueless little children , I finally put them to bed and opened a cheap bottle of zin. As I paused , still tensed on what I had forgotten and mentally making a note of the next to do's and relaxed just enough that in exactly 2 steps I could still be ready to jump up and pat either one of them back to sleep, I was suddenly engulfed with a sense of fulfillment. Overpowering. And  I realized I was complete now . I would not change a single moment of this marathon.