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.