A Reason to be Thankful for Late-in-Life Motherhood

Christa wanted to run an errand after school yesterday.


"I need a wallet," she told me, "so I can keep all my dollars in it."

Christa had just organized her purse, which meant she'd selected one from her stash and then put a photo of her cousin Caroline in it. Later, I added a little pink mirror, a notepad and some tiny pens.


Then I told Christa I needed a few things at the store too. She took out her notepad and pen, offering to write down my list.

• Wallet
• Comb
• Butter
• Rolls
• Chicken Drumsticks
  
  
  Not a long list. Then, Christa said, "Wait, we need one more thing." She wrote another item on the list, and showed it to me:

• Floers for mom (Flowers for mom)

I am so thankful for my caboose kiddo. She remembers to buy me "floers" just because she knows I love them.

Here's the funny thing: When we went to the store, Christa left her purse in the car. "I don't want to look too grown up," she told me.

I'm okay with that--I'm in no rush for her to grow up.