Changing Roles

I have noticed recently as I have visited my children, that I am resembling the youngest set more and more. I toot and burp without warning, wipe my mouth often so that the drool doesn't run down my shirt, even my physique is turning into a more closely modeled toddler. (You know the big belly hanging out over the waist.) When I hang out with my two and a half year old grand daughter, Emma, we enjoy the same kind of things...a lot. Sometimes we send her mother back to bed and so we are left alone, vegging, watching adorable kid shows that I absolutely love! We always have to have a snack, another significant similarity, and we seem to laugh at all the same jokes. I don't think there is a whole lot of difference between us. I am definitely getting a lot closer to her mind set than I really want to admit. Only difference is I can stay up later and I can drive a car.
When I became a single mom I learned to counsel with my children. There were so few friends and family that I could turn to that understood as well as they did. Poor children. Now, once in awhile, I give out counsel but so much of the time I seek advice from them. Have our roles completely changed, when and how did that happen? And when and how did they get so wise and so smart? Can I take credit for any of that? I don't think so. I think God knew that I would be a single mom and he sent me the cream of the cream of the crop. He knew how much I would need them. It is pretty cool to have kids that you value so much and that you know they will be there to help you maintain some semblance of sanity. It totally blows my mind when we talk and they always seem to say exactly the right thing? Was I ever that way for them? It is equally neat to know that as each of them has chosen a mate, they have chosen well. So I get the benefit of double all that wisdom.
I worry when my grandchildren grow up, who will I play with then? Maybe I will be around to enjoy them as adults and they will be willing to wipe my chin, giggle when I toot, feed me yummy treats, and watch silly shows with me.
Meanwhile I'll work a little harder at dropping the tummy tire and keeping my mental status a little above preschool. But I'm not giving up those TV shows or the mountains of laughter I share with them.