Every day on my drive to work, I call my mom.
“Good morning, good morning!” she always says. She asks what the weather is supposed to do, then reads me the temperature on the thermometer outside her window. She asks where I am on my commute, and what I’m working on.
On Monday, I told her about my story that would come out today, Tuesday.
“It’s about easy ways to get and stay healthy,” I say. “Sixteen from experts and 16 from me.”
“Oh, tell me one!” she says. “I love things like this.”
“Let me see,” I say. “Oh, here’s one: Eat an apple every day.”
“Well, I’ve always heard ‘An apple a day keeps the doctor away.’ I guess it really is true,” she says.
“That’s what I’ve been reading,” I say.
“I’m going to try that,” she says. “Don’t tell me any more of the tips; let me just start with that one.”
“That’s a great idea!” I say. “You can do this.”
On my way to work today, I called her from the place on the highway where I always do.
“I’m just getting ready to read your story,” she says. “I can’t wait.”
“Oh,” I remember to ask, “did you get the apples?”
“Yes,” she says. “I bought four at Tom Thumb yesterday. Every day after I eat one, I’m going to put a check mark on my calendar.”
Her favorite apples are Macintosh, which I told her I was all but certain she could buy at Central Market. She was so happy to hear that, and said when the four apples she has are gone, that she’ll buy some Macintosh.
I have no doubt she will buy those, and no doubt that by month’s end, her carefully penned check marks will fill the calendar on her kitchen wall. That’s just my mom.
So for apples, for mothers who believe in their children, and for my own mother’s check marks…The Grateful Runner says thank you.