Our son Kevin, who's gone camping and hiking somewhere up in Tennessee with his buddies this weekend, called yesterday.
"Hey, Mom ... just wanted to let you know before we lose our cell phone signal, that we had a safe trip up here."
Then he chuckled, "Oh yeah ... I tried calling earlier but forgot to include the area code. And I accidentally got somebody else's mother."
When she answered, he told her, "Hey, Mom! We had a safe trip and we're heading further into the mountains now ..."
There was silence on the other end. When he said, "Mom?" she responded with, "Who did you say this is?"
We both had a good laugh over that, and I noticed something while talking to my son, dear friends. My heart felt so warm and full with love and pride and joy and peace. The little boy I used to rock and feed and and cuddle is a grown man now. But he called home so his Mom wouldn't worry.
Now, how special is that?!? With all his buddies there beside him and the promise of adventure just ahead of him, my son took time to call me. I'm sure glad he's not somebody else's son. If he was, I'd have missed the blessing of being his mother.