The other day, after my son got home from school, we chatted a bit, he got a snack and as I hung out there he said to me... "Why are you just...watching me?" With a grimace on his face. And, after the initial sting of this wore off, I paused to think about this. In my mind, I wasn't actively watching him eat. That would be weird. Truth is, I just was enjoying his company. I was reveling in the connection we'd just had a few minutes prior, that seem few and far between these days. I was thinking about how wonderful I think he is, how fun he is to talk to, how handsome he is, how grown up. How much I love him and can't believe I get to be his mom. How far we've come through some difficult situations. How much I worry about him. How I wish I could have all the answers. How proud I am of him. How talented he is. How he doesn't know it. Because that's what this mom, ALL moms do. We look at our children and have all the feels, all at once.