Perfect Reflection

We have company spending the night for the celebration of my parent's 50th anniversary, so the room where I normally meditate is full. So this morning I borrowed my daughter's room to meditate. And she came with me. She promised not to talk, which is like water promising not to flow downstream. It was a very interesting practice,trying to have compassion for both of us. She sat right in front of me and was a perfect manifestation of what my mind does when I meditate. She made it a whole five minutes before she started talking(which is better than I do sometimes) but the whole time she was twitching and tickling me and loudly sucking snot up through her nose,and asking how soon we would be done.