Grown don't mean a thing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What's that suppose to mean? In my heart it don't mean a thing.
I am blessed to have the opportunity to have my mother living with us. It has its less than perfect moments as many mother/daughter relationships often do, but I realize the gift it is to be able to give back a portion of what she's done for me. It's not always easy as I step into more of a "parent" role with her a little more each day, but God gives me strength to meet the challenge. And even though our relationship has changed and I am a grown woman, there are still times I still need my mama.
Today was one of those days. I was feeling a bit under the weather. When I saw my mother this morning, she took one look at me and made me sit in one of her chairs. She had me recline and covered me with a nice warm blanket. It felt so good to feel cared for.