My home office faces the street, which is very busy in our neighborhood. There is a school about 1 mile down the street, and during this time of day, it’s usually congested with the cars of Moms picking up their kids. But one Mom stands out from the crowd — she walks to get her daughter everyday.

At a little after 2PM, I see her making her way down the street. About half an hour later, she comes walking back with her daughter, who is chattering away. I never really thought about it at first, but once I did, I was kind of touched by it.

It’s probably the most meaningful part of the day for that little girl. When she gets older, she’ll always remember those walks with Mom. Walking also encourages conversation, so I bet the daughter finds it easier to open up. Best of all, it’s good exercise that will keep them both healthy. Her daughter will probably grow up to associate walking with happy memories, and will be more likely to continue the habit as an adult.

I realize that not all adults can do this for their kids. And I don’t know if this Mom does it by choice, or if she just doesn’t have a car. But I guess the reason doesn’t matter, because the bottom line is that she is doing it.

Just one of those tiny observations about life around me, which I’m usually too self-absorbed to notice.

Oh, that is so cool. Best story I’ve heard since the surfer saving the dog.

That’s beautiful. It reminds me of a happier time.

As someone once sang about: “It’s the stuff that dreams are made of….” And it’s so true. Even today, I remember vividly some of those sorts of times from growing up. I love them. I cherish them.