I know everyone has bad days. Some worse than others. I also know that some bloggers in here have had bad days, far worse than anything I should be complaining about. But the day I'm going to talk about isn't a complaint at all. Here is the day I experienced.
About a week ago I had a miserable day. Nothing major happened. It was just one of those days where nothing goes right, and a million little things add up until you're mad.
I got home, turned on the television and put it on one of those digitial music channels, hoping I could let off some steam through music. After all, music does soothe the savage beast. I had my cell phone sitting on the coffee table with the ringer off when I seen it light up. I wasn't going to answer it, it's the reason I turned off the ringer in the first place. I didn't want to be bothered. But I did pick it up. It was my niece, the oldest one. She's 10.
I know there's people who have kids or nieces and nephews or have good friends who have children and there's a natural bias to say how great and special those kids are. Well, I'm no different. My niece is such a sweetheart. She gets straight As, and though she's not athletic she's on the softball, volleyball, soccer and cross country teams. She really gives it her all. She has such a big heart, and though her little sister (she's 7) drives her crazy, the things she does for her makes you see the love she has for her. When I heard her voice, I immediately smiled.
We talked only for about 10 minutes. I asked her about school ( She's doing good but she was upset with herself for getting a B on her math test), about sports (She likes all the teams I like), about boys (She wanted to know why they're so dumb), and about her sister (She was happy her sister was reading a book and leaving her alone). Then she told me the reason she wanted to talk to me was she missed me and wanted to know when I was going to visit her. I smiled some more and told her I would visit as soon as I could. Then she said, "I hope so 'cause I love you, and it hasn't been the same since you left". I told her I loved her too and I missed her more than she'll ever know. When we hung up I had tears in my eyes. Her phone call had made me miss her more, but it made my anger disappear. Yes, one little 10 minute call from a 10 year old not only made my day, but made my whole week, too.
Later when my GF got home, she came in carrying her laptop and other things like mail, newspapers and papers she needed to grade. I wanted to tell her about my wonderful phone call, but she went into the kitchen to get a snack and a cool drink. I seen her, and knowing how she is I could tell she had a long day and wasn't feeling too well physically. She seemed oblivious to anything but to her snack, her drink and whatever concern she was deep in thought about. I walked in the kitchen, and she turned and looked at me, and with the look she gave me it was equal to the lovely words my niece had spoken to me earlier. I felt the same reaction go right through me.
For a person, who when younger never wanted to get married or have kids, and always thought and felt it would be better to be alone. It's a damn nice feeling being loved.