Our Kids As Parents

Arriving in terminal 1 at LAX, 
my granddaughters and I are first off the plane. 
We quickly head to the escalator. 
"Look!" they shout as it rises.
Up ahead through the double doors wait Mom and Dad, 
bending over to see up as we lean down to wave back. 
And suddenly there they were, 
all wrapped in a bear hug in my son’s arms.

Arriving at the pool with 4th of July cupcakes, 
I  see my daughter in the middle of the pool
surrounded by her three munchkins.
One on her shoulders,
one hanging on her back 
and one doing flips in front. 
My younger grandkids wave, 
but I see and hear only her, whooping and laughing
with joy and delight 
as they perform again and again!

These are the moments captured only by the heart, 
but it's something more.
Internal, maternal and eternal. 
Like a smile coming from the soul, 
I feel so much love and admiration for these two 
as I watch them parent their own children. 
Thanks go to God...and to my husband! 
What an amazing  job we did, huh?  
We are forever parents and 
the sense of pride just keeps growing.

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