It is a wierd thing to look at a picture of your grown children and realize that you are their mother. I know this seems like it would be obvious, but every now and then, it just seems unreal. The idea that time has passed and somehow the little people you were "raising" are now out raising themselves and often times are giving you encouragement or advice when you need it. It is a wonderful feeling to realize that you "like" your kids. That they are people you would be friends with even if they wern't family. All of my children are young adults now, but they will always be my "little people".
