My son Jeff will be 32 on Monday. Chris will be 29 on October 6th. I resonate to this poem by Gary Young.
I'm a mother, too, she said, and took the child in her arms. She closed her eyes, kissed his head, smelled his neck. My baby is twenty-nine, she said, and she handed him back.
Perhaps this is what the kittens fulfill in me. I can pick them up, and kiss and smell them. They let me do that, and they, snuggle close in my lap, and kiss me in the morning. We need that place.