Welcome to Wal-Mart

I've become a greeter. I walked through the door a few weeks ago and the house was quiet - no one greeted me when I arrived. Both the boys were home, but one was on the computer and the other was in his room. I walked through the house and yelled that I was home and I got a few grunts and "hey mom." But they didn't rush to greet me. This is normal. They are 15 and 18 and have grown past the enthusiasm for their mommy arriving home.

But as I went to bed that night, God laid the idea of greeting them on my heart. I realized while they may not run to the door to greet me, neither do I for them. So I made a decision to change that. Now, no matter what I'm doing, I stop. I stop in mid e-mail or drop the potato I'm peeling and greet them each time they enter the house. I say, "Hey honey, it's good to see you" or something along that line.

They are none the wiser. I didn't tell them what God prompted me to do, but I hope it's one small thing I can do to let them know they are more important to me than anything else I may be doing. I want them to feel special. And that sweet moment at the door is very special to me. It's just one more way I can show them they are loved more than they will ever know.

I love my new job as a greeter. I don't say, "Welcome to Wal-Mart," but I do say, "Welcome home, my sweet boys. God loves you and so do I."