When I was a kid, my mom was home with us full time. I looked forward to seeing her each day when I walked home. I never took the school bus, and I never had a ride home. We always lived between a half a mile from school to a mile from school. Just a nice little stretch of the legs. Anyway, at the end of my hike, there she would be. She would have some kind of healthy snack form me and for my brothers. I’d sau “hi mom” andshe’d say “hi, honey. how was your day, dear?”
Oh how i loved to hear that. It made my day complete. I would tell her the ups and downs of the day. We;d talk about what I learned. We’d talk about who I saw throughout the course of the day. We’d talk about life….and then I would get on with my homework and chores. Or I’d head to my dance class. Regardless–my little oasis/respite had strengthened me on the tough days and continued to gladden my heart on the joyous days.
When I was in high school my mom joined a couple of bridge groups that met in the afternoons. So somedays she wasn’t there when I got home. It felt so very strange and lonely; I complained to her. She said that she thought I had reached an age when I could wait a couple of hours to hear her ask the magical “how was your day, dear” question. She was right, of course. But I still cherished it the most when she was there…waiting for me…
I still look forward to her calls, her questions and kindness. And so, I pass it forward. I say~~ how was your day, dear?