Papyrus Smear

I wonder if they realize the influence they have in our lives...that even though our own children have thrown us into the realms of adulthood, we're still children inside, looking for their love, their approval. I wonder if he notices the little things like the block of extra sharp cheddar I always keep in my fridge, or the occassional bag of Japanese rice chips I buy, or how much I keep trying to like extra dirty martinis. I wonder if he knows I crack my girls' knuckles while they're half laughing, half screaming. I wonder if he knows I'll never forget him dancing the night away at his fiftieth and my plans to do the same...I wonder if he knows of my quest to speak and write grammatically correct - and that now I correct anyone and everyone who says, "where we're at." And this...is just scratching the surface. I hope that like me, my children will hold on to a sheer love for life, for themselves, for others, discarding hurts and mistakes on the way...because love covereth a multitude of sins...then I too, can rest in the nest.