Holly

We had the opportunity to visit with my other son and his wife this past weekend.

It is still odd to me to say "and his wife". On some level, my children will always be children to me, even though every one of my four children is now over 18-- the age of majority in the current era. Always, my children.

On the other hand, it is a distinct pleasure to enjoy the company of the adults my children have become.

My son came over and worked on his taxes with his dad, discussing finance and car repair and home ownership. He and his wife are both looking at grad school; they are both employed and share with us the ups and downs on the job.

We went out to dinner. A friend of ours was playing a gig in the restaurant. He is my friend, and also a friend of my son. We have friends in common. I talk theater with our friend; my son talks music and technology.

My heart swells at the amazing young man my son has become. Charming, responsible, intelligent and thoughtful.

This is a good moment. While I give my son every credit for working on, growing and maturing to the person he has become-- is becoming-- still, I know that the years of parenting have had an impact, too.