The Gift of Small Talk
Sometimes a mother’s greatest gift is the smallest detail of her child’s life, freely shared.
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The small change of human happiness lies in the unexpected, friendly word. —Anonymous
In the midst of my kitchen chores I was surprised to have the front door swing open. Julie, our oldest child, came in. She’d been married three months. I was still trying to get used to her living elsewhere. Sometimes I even unconsciously set her place at the table. Julie handed me a small bunch of daffodils and said, “Guess what!” as she opened the refrigerator and bent to see what was inside. As I put the flowers in water, I answered happily, “What?”
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She began telling me some small details of her new life as she made herself a sandwich. She’d learned to make pineapple-upside-down cake, from scratch, and in college she was now giving injections in the medical course she was taking. We sat at the kitchen table, and I watched her eat, hanging on to her every word.
It was a short visit. Julie had to go to work. I thanked her for the flowers and for stopping by; then walked to the door with her and waved as she drove out of the driveway.
Back in the kitchen I sat and looked at the flowers. My daughter’s visit was as bright and dear as the early spring daffodils. Suddenly, I picked up the phone and dialed my own mother’s number. She lived a hundred miles away. When she answered, I said, “Guess what!”
“What?” she answered expectantly. Like Julie I didn’t have any big news, just little details of the day, tidbits about the children. But I’d come to understand in the last hour how precious small talk can be. Just before I hung up, my mother said, “You made my day.”
Father, thank You for my mother and my children and the circle of love we’re inside.
This story is excerpted from Daily Guideposts: 365 Spirit-Lifting Devotions for Mothers. Copyright © 2012 by Guideposts. All rights reserved.














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My daughters both live far from home, but I too love to talk and share any and every detail of our lives. I miss them greatly and talk to them by phone most every single day. My mom lives nearby and we also talk most days.
I do wish my daughters lived nearby so we could visit often. Family is the greatest gift, more important than money, jobs, or just about anything else.
Love this story...in church yesterday (Mother's Day) was a happy yet sad time for my mom has been gone six years now but not a day goes by that we don't think or talk about her. My mom only lived a couple of streets from me and your story brought back fond memories of how I would call her everyday after work just to say Hi my Tuti Fruti what ya doing and what's your agenda for the evening. It was our daily routine and if by chance I would stop at a store or a little change in my routine and don't call her she'd call and say what happen for she also enjoyed our daily guess what too! She instilled in my sisters and family how loving and awesome God is and I say Amen! For during our weekly service I can feel my mom there and tears would well up in my eyes and thank him for her and my family everyday.
Thank you Guideposts and Marion for this inspiring story. I am usually so busy and/or depressed, plus I have an odd work/sleep schedule, that I don't call my parents as often as I'd like. Plus I wonder what I can possibly talk about. But I know that I won't have them forever, so I need to make more of an effort. And it is true, when we do talk, there is always something to say, even if it is just "I love you and am thinking about you", and I always feel so much better having talked to them. PS. Ruth Rehm - thanks for the great idea! I'll be starting a list for both my parents, and maybe my siblings too!
I enjoyed this very much and am very thankful for my daughter who lives 1100 miles from me who, yesterday and today has sent me via e-mail a list of 50 things about me for which she thanks God for. I praise God for daughters who are so thoughtful and who honor their mothers in such special ways.
I know how much having a child or mother to talk to means. I don't get a chance to talk to my mom or my daughter as much as I would like sometimes, but it really does make a big difference when you make the time to do it.