I took my little trip to the grocers.

It was a Monday and I was almost out of my allowance till Wednesday and I only needed to spend under twelve bucks.

Oh I have a couple hundred in savings now and that is there to make sure that if my computer goes down....well, I can get a back-up and not destroy an entire monthly budget!

And I am looking for the carrots and the coffee ($4.00) and some meat product andI will skip looking for some other things 'I need'.

Anyway I get to the quick check check-out lane and I look back an a Mommy is discussing some issues with her youngest.

There is a boy who looks like he is 7? and a little girl who is 4?

And Mommy is admonishing the little one about her treatment of the older son.

And this was so endearing to me.

Now, I restrained myself.

I mean, I wanted to give Mommy an award and a hug and...

Mommy did not scream at the little girl.

Mommy did not raise her voice.

The boy just stood at attention with no smirk, with no BAD intent whatsoever. (That I could surmise)

I was quite taken by this scene.

I wanted to chime in.

I kept quiet and eventually scratched my debit card into the machine and bundled up my groceries and all was well.

I have no idea what the original sin involved with regard to the actions of this beautiful little girl.

I have no idea how this all ended.

Now I was the older child. My sister was five years older than I and Grandma more or less kept her safe from my mentally ill father.

So for all intents and purposes I was the oldest sibling.

And I had three younger brothers who learned quite early on actually, that they should not fuck with me. Hahahahahah

I was just taken by this Mommy's goodness.

Mommy evidently witnessed a wrong being committed and responded in such a wonderful manner.

I am shedding a tear right now just thinking about this portrait of Mommy with her younguns! Hahahah

You know, there is no justice in this world. Justice is an ideal.

And here was Mommy attempting to 'catch' that ideal; attempting to teach this ideal; and attempting to make peace and stick up for her son without alienating the little perpetrator of a wrong. Her son being helpless of course, knew damn well he was powerless over the little sister's attacks. He knew the rules and he was simply attempting to make sure he did not come out as the bad guy. In other words the little boy was no sociopath. He had learned his manners as they say.

People, there are so many millions in this country, in the world, who are really fine human beings. And I forget this sometimes.

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.

Nekked women are things of beauty to me and evidently they are things of beauty to the ancient Greeks and those folks who appreciated art in the Renaissance; depending...of course.

Plato communicated to me anyway, that his definition of truth (whatever the hell that is) was beauty.

What I witnessed in this communication between Mommy and her two delightful children was a thing of beauty to me.

Mommy took some incident seriously and wished to address that incident as only a good Mommy can really do.

Her sincerity along with her composure really got to me. This lady was almost to the point where I discerned, that tears were imminent.

We cannot blame teachers all the time for our children's failings.

We cannot blame government all the time for our children's failings.

We cannot blame our parents for our children's failings.

We cannot blame fate for our children's failings.

Mommy stepped up in a wonderful manner to a situation between siblings.

And I was so taken by this moment.

How this woman handled this awkward moment really impressed me.

Again, no screaming.

No threat of punishment.

No raising of arms.

No pointing? No kidding. Mommy did not point at her little girl.

Mommy held her hands in front of the little girl as a supplicant.

And do you know that the little girl never issued a sound.

I am pretty sure I have recorded an incident that occurred in the early 80's to me.

I came home and my little girl greeted me and for no reason at all, my son (2 and1/2 years younger than my daughter) just slammed Erin over the head with a toy truck. I whisked that little three year old off to his room and spanked him. No belts or paddles were involved. This was the only time I ever physically admonished either of my children.

I of course, due to my innate nature, raised my voice to the high heavens at the time and several times following, as I was wont to do. hahahahah

I kind of regret that action on my part to this day but I could get into some philosophical stream on this incident that could go on and on and on.

Seany never struck Erin again. Hahahahaha I don't know if what I did was that right or that wrong.

Back to the check out lane.

Who knows? But my bet is that this little scene might be permanently impressed upon the little girl's consciousness and the consciousness of this well mannered son for eternity.

All this occurring in a take out line.

This little bit of prose is not meant as some piece of psychoanalysis.

I am not an MD. I am not a therapist.

I just was taken by Mommy and her attitude and how she managed to take the moment.

I sure as hell hope that Daddy is apprised of things.

Not only teach your children well but treat your children well.

That is all I got right now.

I just had no other place to put my thinking on a rather common day occurrence. (At least I pray that this is a common day occurrence!)

This wonderful incident between family members surely needed no input from me. (Although my super ego certainly wished to intrude on this happening since I know all of these wonderful things... hahaha)

I certainly hope that what I witnessed is a common day occurrence in this world.

Because the incident was a true thing of beauty to behold.

Ha!