Dearest Beloveds,

“Momma, can we go and play in the snow?”

Ohhhh, I can barely move. “Of course.” I looked over at your father. “Babe, can you be in charge of getting the children dressed for snowplay?”

“They don’t need help.” A huge grin cracked your father’s face. “They can do it all by themselves.”

Oh Thank GOD. “Mimi is the best. Thank God for grandmothers.”

Just back from my bone marrow transplant, barely able to dress myself, you two being able to dress yourselves to play outside was a huge gift. Gone forever was the hand-holding, the cajoling, the hide-and-seek, the reminders. As I listened - from a different room - to you two getting dressed - I realized I had been coddling you. That was two years ago.