When I woke up this morning I headed for that miracle machine that has become part of my morning ritual for as long as I can remember. That's right, coffee.

Who invented this morning pick me up? Two things I can't do without anymore are coffee and GPS.

I mean really, how great is the invention of the GPS?

Anyway, I took my cup of hazelnut heaven and sat by my living room window watching, as my world slowly came to life on this beautiful Spring day.

A mother and young daughter walked in front of my house headed for their bus stop 3 doors up.

Mom carried the 7 year old's backpack as they walked unhurriedly to their stop. It was more of a stroll.

I couldn't take my eyes off them. Both walked slowly. Both heads looked at the ground in front of them. Their body language showed a deep conversation taking place. I sat watching, wondering what life lesson Mom was teaching her daughter. Was she explaining why the sky was blue? Was she telling her to behave in school today or how to handle a particular issue with a fellow student? Maybe Mom was just telling her daughter how much she loved her. I hope that was the case.

I remember those little walks with my kids, those talks that seem so unimportant at the time. But as we know each of those talks are lessons. The kids, like sponges soaking it all in.

I hope that little girl has a great day.

My little girl had a good day yesterday. She's coming close to the finish line of her college career, and as a student teacher she participated in her school's "Student teacher art show", where the art of her students was displayed. Keely's surrealism style art was obviously an influence in the children's art. Along with some self portraits and mixed media projects I did notice a piece or two with multiple eyes and limbs. My daughter loved those the most.

 The support group, Keely's older sisters Erin and Bryn, showed up in full force, which as you can imagine made me very proud.

 Afterwards it was off to celebrate the show, which had an amazing turnout. Loco Pez? What Irish family wouldn't celebrate at the local Mexican eatery?

 Just like that little girl who was walking up the street this morning listening to her mother, Keely was the recipient of life lessons yesterday, and my wife and I didn't have to say a word. Keely is at that confusing crossroad, about to get out of school and looking for a teachers job. Where should she live? Should she stay in Philadelphia or come home to save money. How to handle a problem student? How do you handle a classroom that just won't listen? Colorado is beautiful, should she teach there?
I sipped my margarita and listened as advice was given. Erin, who lives in DC and travels the country for her job was full of life tips. Bryn, a Spanish teacher at a all boys school advised her on handling a classroom and teachers strategies.

This impromptu brainstorming session was impressive. I didn't say one word. I ordered another drink and kept my mouth shut.

I wonder today, if that little girl listening to her mom on the way to the bus stop, will have, in 20 years time, a similar dinner with her family.

I hope so.