My Children

This blog is intended to record what is sorrowful, but also what is sweet, and in this landscape I must talk about my grown children. They are really quite remarkable, sometimes sweet, sometimes not, but always people I admire.

I begin with Craig, my eldest, almost forty. I love standing at the sidelines and watching how he is with his wife and children; in particular, in those moments he thinks I am not looking. I love the way he hugs and kisses spontaneously. Though he rarely calls (he is not a phone person), when he does call it is often to talk--and really talk. When I get glimpses into his open heart, I marvel at what's inside. Most importantly, he is such a hard worker, and provides diligently for his family. I am proud of him at work. The best part is the partner he has selected. We love Amanda as our own, and she is such a terrific yin to his yang. She is an amazing Mama, a terrific person, and she grounds him in remarkable ways.

And now to our Samantha, a new mother, a marvel. She, too, is a hard worker, and loving to a fault to those she loves. She is a passionate do-gooder, and this translates into a job where she is helping those in need. She has easy access to her feelings, and this is the way she consistently relates to those around her. She loves her family-- all of us--the way Craig does, too. Josh, her husband, is also a wonderful partner; they complement one another. They are both wonderful parents.

My children have been launched in positive ways, so they really don't need me that much--which is great. But, if Ira or I needed them, they would be there with open arms, as would their partners. And that is as good as it gets!