A Word is a Word.

During a job interview, my sister was asked the question; "What is your favorite word."  Now, being single for quite sometime, I have heard all the conversation starters, one line evaluating and strange get to know you questions.  Things like "What super power would you have and why" or "If you got to go one place, where would it be?" and my all time favorite, "What would your personalized license plate say?"  I abhor this line of questioning, but sheepishly admit that I have frequently used them when a conversation lags and I can think of NOTHING else to say.  This particular question threw me for a loop.  When she asked me what my word would be, I had a moment of panic.  What would it be.  All thoughts left my mind and I am sure that there was not a word to be found. 

Chartreuse.  This is a cool word.  It just is fun to say and isn't used very often in conversation and prompts people to really listen to you.  

Supercalifragilisticexpaladocious.  One long word and if you can spell it, it should be your favorite.  

Live.  This word always trips me up.  I can never decide when I am reading it if it is live or live.  

Trademark.  Boring.  It only came to mind because I was at work.  

It is said, you should always answer a question with a question and so, I asked her what she said.  The only thought that came to her mind was sack, due to the fact someone expressed their hatred of that particular word and they had to use it in every sentence to irritate her.  Then came her real answer. 

Mom.  

That was her favorite word.  I felt a little ashamed of my pathetic list.  The word Mom is powerful.  It invokes images of life, love, comfort, laughter, kindness.  Everyone relates to the word Mom.  When I think of the word Mom, my thoughts of course go to my own mother who is a strong, compassionate and crazy person.  I have more of her traits then I ever give her credit for.  I am grateful to be called her daughter and more importantly, to be called her friend.