If I had a nickel… this was one of my mother’s favorite adages. If I had a nickel for every time you rolled your eyes, for every time I told you to pick up your socks, for every time I caught you daydreaming over the dishes in the sink, I would be a rich woman.
I wonder if she ever thought, what if she had one for every time I made her smile, every time I did something without being told, every time I succeeded?
If I had a nickel for every broken dream, for every missed chance, for every lost moment, I’d be a rich woman. If I had a nickel for each hug, every joke, moments of silliness and youth, I’d also be a rich woman.
If a person’s life could be measured monetarily, in silver and gold, would it then be as precious?
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