Ah, but nobody will tell you about the surprise visits, the free labor you get when you're moving, the mother-son talks and the mother-daughter craft projects (that sometimes even turn out!), the fun and laughter you share and the flowers you get on Mother's Day. Yes, children are a blessing, even when they grow up.
I have to admit that there are times I wish mine were little again and I could keep them safe in the backyard under my watchful eye, have the final say in who their friends are, and make their choices for them. I wonder if my own mother ever felt this way about me. Probably. I think, too, I sometimes find myself wishing they were little again so I could be a better mother. A perfect mother. Hmmm Is there such a thing? Probably not.
This Mother's Day I'm thankful for my children. I love them dearly. Happy Mother's Day, kids. Without you what would my life have been?