Passing remarks

Alex and I often commute to work in the morning, either getting a ride from Rob or taking the subway together. We travel east, and then I get out to go south at Yonge and he stays on the train to continue on to his office.

This morning it was the subway. We were just chatting away about work-a-day stuff. When we got to Yonge, he said "Bye Mom, have a great day!"

The subway doors closed, and then a stranger came up and said, "How nice that your son can talk to you like that. I have a two year old right now and I hope we can do the same when they get to that age."

I thanked her, and said I felt very blessed indeed.

It made me feel great all day, this innocent passing remark that put so much into perspective.