My daughter is in college on the other side of the country. She’s coming home for Thanksgiving. I’m not sure who is more excited, me or her. We are a silly pair, squealing over im messages about the number of days left til she comes, planning what we will do together when she gets here, generally giving those around us cause to roll their eyes. I’m loving all the anticipation. It makes me realize just how blessed I am.

          I love every one of my children and I would love them no matter what they did or how they turned out. But I am especially glad that I like them, too. They are turning into such interesting adults. What is even better is that they like me!

          She says she wants to do the things we’ve done together for years. Like watching romantic comedies late at night cos the guys in the house aren’t interested. (Or at least some of the guys; my youngest son likes them almost as much as we do. He’s going to make some lucky woman a great husband. LOL) Or going shopping at the mall. Or just hanging out together. Yes, she has plans to hang with friends. I don’t for a minute think I’m going to get all her time while she’s here. I will get some, though. She’s made it clear that she’s as excited about the time she’ll spend with me as with any of her other friends.

          When I look around me and hear things like, “I’ll be glad when she’s out of the house,” or “I can’t be in the same room with my mother for more than an hour,” I am reminded just how blessed I am. All three of my children go out of their way to spend time with me. Of course, they are building their own lives, lives I only experience incidentally. That is as it should be. It is time for them to leave mother and father, experience life as an adult. But I am so grateful they value me and my company enough to pull me into their worlds occasionally. Or come back to visit mine.

          So I today I am thankful my children want me as their friend!