There is nothing better than a visit from your kids. My daughter is home right now for a few weeks and it has been great to spend time with her. It is great to remember the past. More importantly, it is wonderful to see the present. One thing I love about being “my age” is being able to finally see the fruits of my labor as a mom. My kids are happy and living independent, productive lives. 
My son lives in town and when we get together for dinner we converse about our adult lives. As we sit at the dinner table I realize he has become this….man. A man who is confident, self-sufficient and still doesn’t mind spending time with his parents. It doesn’t happen on a regular basis, but when it does it is gratifying. The same goes for my daughter. I never thought I could feel the same awe and wonder about my children as I did when they were those small, helpless newborns freshly cleaned by the nurses and crying after such an arduous trip into life. But here is that same feeling with a twist. They aren’t handed to me, helpless and squirming. They come to see me strong and mature with their own ideas and suggestions for my benefit. The tide has turned. Some day I will need their assistance, and I have every confidence they will be there for me when that time comes. What a treasure. What a blessing.
