I could have been a millionaire by this point in my life. Sure, we all think our get-rich-quick schemes are sure things, but I have proof that mine could have been. Should have been.I saw in a magazine last week that a stay-at-home mother had started a business from her home writing inspirational messages on her children’s lunch bags.Calling her now-booming business LuNcHoLOgy, for Lunch Bags that Educate, Entertain and Inspire, she now offers 25 one-of-a-kind bags with uplifting messages for little ones to carry every day to school.Hey, I did that too when my kids were younger.She began by sending her daughter to kindergarten with little notes of love on her school lunch bag. They were so popular that other children would pull her child’s used bags out of the garbage and take them home to their parents to request the same. From that small beginning, a business sprang forth.I blame my children for keeping me at the whim of others for my employ.Indeed, I tried to write inspirational notes daily for my little ones. I tucked notes into their lunch bags like, “Have a good day,” and “I love you.”Seriously, I could have been nominated for Mother of the Year with all the love I packed into their well-balanced lunches. Never did it cross my mind that they weren’t as happy with their little messages as this kindergarten student was with her mother’s kindness. I was certain my children were reading each message, smiling, and getting the lift they needed to make it through the remainder of the day. Perhaps they were even sharing some of their inspiration with those less-fortunate whose mothers did not go the same extra mile that I went. Every day.Then one day my son asked me not to send him any more messages. Somebody had seen it and made fun of him. My daughter chimed in that the same had happened to her, so she had long since stopped even opening them to read.I was shocked. From where did their inspiration for the day come, if not their mother?Believe me, it hit the fan that evening at our house. “How can you ignore my notes? I spend a lot of time thinking of something to say every day. And you think uplifting is easy day after day? Not so much, kiddies,” I screeched.The next morning I put money on the counter. They could suffer and buy the Type A lunch offered by the school. Nutritionally balanced sure, but not inspirational. I was certain that would guilt them into appreciating my effort.Instead, they gladly took the money and headed out the door. No regrets.I was the only one heartbroken. And truth be told, I was at loose ends. I had all these inspirational sayings flowing through my veins and no one around to appreciate them.Wait, my husband packed a lunch every day. Perhaps I would just start tucking a note in his lunch. I know he’d appreciate it and certainly be uplifted for the rest of the day.So, that night I packed a quick note in his lunch.The following day he came home carrying the note. “What is this?” he asked, waving it under my nose. “It’s the note of inspiration I’m going to pack in your lunch from now on,” I explained.He told me thanks but no, that would not be happening. He was quite content to get through the day without Confucius giving him words to live by.And, that was the last lunch I ever packed.Until today. I’m going to pack as many lunches as I can for tomorrow, and in each of them I’m putting a copy of the story about the LuNcHoLOgy bags. And as my personal note, I’m including this: “had you appreciated the notes I sent years ago, you’d now be eating the finest foods instead of these leftovers.”How’s that for inspiration?