When their dad died, my girls became Dependent on me, and frankly, I on them. We were a tight threesome. When they married and left home just Three months apart, I grieved. But I adjusted, and I rejoice that they Each have loving families of their own. My girls came "home" this weekend, and For a little while it was just the Three of us again. We assembled one of our old puzzles that I had stashed up in the attic. I made Mexican pizza, one of their Favorite meals. We shopped. We laughed at pictures in our old Photo albums. We sang hymns together in church. We "devoted" and prayed together. But basically, we just hung out and Reverted to our old familiar roles. I noticed one change, however. When they were youngsters, my Little ones were comforted at night Knowing I was in the next room. Now I was the one who felt safe and Secure because my mature beloved Daughters were sleeping just steps Away from me. |