Never too old to kiss mama
With the dawning of Mother's Day, I reflect while looking at how my children have grown. Gone are the late night feedings, and them crying after me when I leave—constantly wanting to be by my side. I miss those days. I remember my Pastor's wife and other women at my church telling me, "Enjoy it Angela. The time goes by so fast." Today, I sort of feel like I don't have a place with them. I know that I do. We talk all the time; they confide in me, still listen to me, but I can feel the change. Things are different. While there is still closeness between us, I feel distant too. The other night before going to bed I asked my 10 year-old son, Kramon, to come by my bed side, so I could kiss his jaws like I do every night before he goes to bed. He gave me a look like he'd never done before. I knew that look. It said, "Oh man Mom, no," but he came anyway . "What's wrong, you think you're too old for me to kiss?" I ask...