Life lived

As I lay awake last night I pondered on my life from the eyes of my children.  I remember when my dearest dad dropped his anchor a few years ago I felt that I had lost so much time failing to get to know how he came be  the honorable man he was.  My daughter, Samantha, loves to hear stories of my childhood as I recall them  but when my sons were growing up, I didn't think about how important that history is and I was very busy trying to be a good mom while working to help support the family.  Now Heath and Dane are grown men and making their own stories.  I wonder what would matter to them later when I am gone.  I wonder what they will remember of our life together.  What has the life I have lived and am living told them about me and about survival or about the world as a whole?  At the same time, I love to see the kids all together as they talk about "the good old days".  They laugh at each other as they share their version of what ever the story is of their childhood antics.  It brings me great joy to see they are good friends and pray they continue to love and know each other.  And I pray that I have been a joy to them.