When he is feeling endearing, my youngest son calls me “Mumsy.”  Recently, I asked him if he wanted to do something with me after I got off work.  I stopped asking a while ago when his answers back would be, “I’m busy, I’m going to the beach with friends, I’m going to the gym,” etc.  All the right answers, really, for a 20-year-old. The other day when I DID ask if he wanted to do something with me he said, “Sounds good, Mumsy.”  I tried not to show too much excitement but nonetheless, it warmed my heart at the opportunity to spend any time with my son.  We hiked to the top of the world in Laguna Beach.  What a wonderful hike it was as we climbed, sweated and talked our way up. The time was precious and our conversation was connecting our hearts once again. The adult-to-adult transition is one that does not have a clear boundary that you cross. It just happens.  God gave me some talk time to re-connect with my son who calls me “Mumsy.”  The adult connection will be the new normal but the “Mumsy” inside will forever have his heart.

by Liz