Our son called the other day and said, "Do you remember what you always used to tell me when I was growing up?"
My mother's heart nearly pounded out of my chest. This was unbelievable. He actually remembers something I used to say. This is a lifetime high in a mother's life, because when you are in the active stage of mothering you are pretty sure every single thing you say goes in one ear and out the other, like a wind tunnel.
My only hope was the wind tunnel would occasionally fritz out and something would stick. I didn't care what. Something. Anything.
