My kids and their families are connecting. My daughter, her husband, and four kids have driven from near Toronto to Winnipeg to visit with my son, his wife, and their two children. And here am I on the other side of Canada.
Who's going to stop the wars?!
And believe me, when my kids were growing up there were many.
Hopefully that is all in the past. After all, my daughter is nearly 39 and my son will be celebrating (or not) his 35th birthday in another week. But in the last twenty years, we have all been so scattered geographically that one can't help but think in old patterns.
In case I've made you dubious, ponder no longer. I have the best kids ever. Always did. There is likely no parent alive (except my husband) who can claim better kids --scholastically, socially, and athletically. I got lucky. And as adults, they carry their weight too. AND they've both married wonderful people. AND they gave me fabulous grandchildren. You can't ask for more than that.
But as a parent, I do. I know my kids love and respect one another, but they are very strong personalities, and in their youth, they clashed. Can you hear the old mother muttering?
But unless I see it on CNN, I'm going to assume all is well.
Truth is I'm just jealous. I wish I were there too.
So, if there aren't tons of pictures, I shall be wanting to know why.