Over the years, my mother always loved when kids would come and go through her house. She did in home daycare and preschool. She did this for at least 20 years.

She would get up at the crack of dawn and let kids in our house and tuck them back in to bed, and give them kisses. She would wake them up and get them ready for school. Then, she did a preschool program for the toddlers that were there during the day.

She loved those kids. Better yet, those kids loved her. They would run up to her and hug her and give my mother kisses. She would just beam from the love she received.

We would go shopping and see people my mom had done daycare for years earlier and they would say, “Do you remember your preschool teacher?”

It was amazing. They would say yes and give her hugs and be so excited to see my mom. Again my mother would just beam from the love she had for those children.

When my mother would attend graduation at our local High School, she would have at least three or four children come and say, “This is my preschool teacher from way back in the day.”

They would give her hugs. Again my mother would beam.

I guess you could say my mothers favorite time of day was when she felt the love of a child and knew that she had impacted their life.