Oh, my. You managed to reawaken long lost memories of toy soldiers buried under my newly planted shrubs, climbing on top of the refrigerator at 18 months, napping with our German Shepherd, Baccus, a special loving spirit and forever defender to his sister, and independence. You watch them grow into the into fine men and women and pause, if only for a second or two, and think. A Mother's pride never goes away and her love still runs as deeply as the first day you held this child in your arms. That sustains you through the tough times. My closing in on 40 year old son is still welcome to sit in my lap, put his head on my shoulder, and I will still feel the joy of being his mother. And, I don't have to worry about burping anymore.