As I was on Facebook yesterday, my youngest son popped open a chat box. "Momma, are you happy?" was the first thing he typed. He said he was just thinking of me and worried whether I was happy or not.
Am I happy? I raised a son who takes the time out of his day to check on me. How could I not be happy knowing that? He has grown in to a wonderful man who is empathetic, loving, and kind. There is nothing more a mother could ask for.
Yes, I'm happy. To have such a son makes me so. If I have accomplished nothing else in my life, I have raised a boy who became an incredible man.
And that makes me happy.