I went to see my son yesterday. I did not want to go. I have been putting distance between us by only accepting 2 calls a week. I had planned on not going at all this month, but decided at the last minute that I would make the hideous 6 hour round trip to sit for 2 hours of painful, and somewhat antagonistic conversation. I was pleasantly shocked that my son was grateful for my coming to see him. He suggested that we play checkers. I totally stink at even the simplest games. My son laughed at how awful I am at checkers. It was a genuine chuckle. For the 2 hours that we visited, he very patiently taught me the ins and outs of checkers strategy. I complemented him on his patience and his ability to strategize and on what good qualities these are. He absolutely glowed. With the game as a buffer, we spoke of so many things without the usual animosity. It was wonderful and I was truly sad to leave him. We celebrate the good when we get it. I deserve that and so does he.