Sometimes I am astounded by the kindness of my children. A couple days back from vacation I came down with a virus. Nothing terrible, just ugly to listen to and look at.
When my son sees I am under it, he immediately says, I’m sorry you are sick again Mom. I will do anything you need. Do you need something? Can I help you?
When my daughter hears I am sick after visiting her house (7-hour round trip) where my sleeping grandbaby had a virus, she says, Mom, I am so sorry you are sick. I should have told you before you came here that she had a virus. I love you, Mom, so much. Thank you for visiting. It meant so much to me for you to see my new home. I miss you.
There were so many years when I was called upon to be kind in the face of anger, rage, rejection, assaults. Mostly I managed to do it, though not always. This is the payoff. My children are kind adults. What more could I really ask for?