Our children are always a source of pride. They are now grown men with families of their own, well earned careers, and with homes to care for. It has been an honor to parent them, watch them grow, and prosper.
A few weeks ago they both flew home, from faraway places, to give a lending hand to their dad and me. It was decided in just minutes and put into place within hours. They arrived together having scheduled their flights so they could share a ride.
For forty-eight hours we returned to a world when our boys lived with us, ate with us, laughed with us, shared stories with us. We laughed and cried. We reminisced and looked to the future. Only this time, they shopped, cooked our dinners, did our dishes, and took care of us. One helped his dad with a project while the other made ice-cream for dessert. This time they were giving back what had once been given to them.
I found myself starring at them, wondering when had this had happened? When had the roles started to reverse that the children begin the role of caretakers when the parents need help?
Their impromptu visit was perfect. We got to snatch back a moment in time when we were all together each and every day. When we used to laugh together, cry together, eat together, and be together.
Whenever my kids leave, I usually cry after they are out the door. This time I didn't. My kids were no longer leaving. Grown men with families, homes, and careers of their own were leaving. Grown men, who will always come home not just for visits but when and if we need them.