It’s at the quiet moments during the day when thoughts of my children pop into my mind…I’ll be in an elevator and think of how my 8 year old daughter made us play school the night before and gave us stickers for good work. I’ll be driving to an appointment and remember my High School daughter coming home, shyly sneeking a magnet off the refrigerator, and me, catching her out of the corner of my eye, watching, as she hangs a Chemistry test with a 91 on it . I know she was wondering if we would notice it there. On a bank line, I get a vision of my son who is at college, calling the evening before to see how his little sister did on her first day of Chirpers (choral group).
How silly I must look, smiling to myself! In my pocketbook I keep empty cards and in a spare moment of time, I write them a little note about how they make me proud or how I was thinking about them.
Then somehow AFTERSCHOOL time comes. At our house this involves homework, driving kids places, kids driving me crazy, getting dinner on the table, baths…and by the beginning of the evening I am not thinking about any of them so kindly! Someone has surely complained about the broccoli on the dinner table (“Again, Mom?”), not picked the wet wash off the bedroom floor, spilled iced tea, forgotten to feed the rabbit…and I am tired of it all.
Then I’ll remember how I felt earlier in the day and get the note from my pocketbook and leave it under one of their bedroom pillows to be read before bed. Because at day’s end, when the house quiets down, and the kitchen lights are off (it is officially closed!) and everyone is either in bed or quietly studying, I like them again and I want them to know it!
I may have yelled at you for not picking up your wet towel at 7 pm but at 9 pm I can tell you I love you!