Yesterday morning as I left work, my son was actually awake. Mondays are his day off and he is usually sound asleep when I leave.
As I was preparing to leave, he said, "No, Mom...stay with me today!" That is when I realized that it does not matter if your child is a grown man or a toddler...when they ask you to stay with them, it is a gut punch.
If I could have, I would have stayed home. My son wanted me with him, and even though he is 24, he needed me and I wanted to stay.
You never stop being a mother. He could be seventy years old, say the same thing, and I would have the same reaction. What greater blessing is there?