Being needed

My youngest daughter, who is about to celebrate her 20th birthday, is fiercely, proudly independent. I guess that’s to be expected when you grow up in the shadow of three headstrong siblings.

So it comes as no surprise that one of my favorite moments this summer came as we were snorkeling in the warm waters off the coast of Florida.


We were just swimming around, leisurely enjoying the beauty of the reef when I came upon a decently sized ray appearing and disappearing as it skimmed through clouds of churning sand.

My daughter enjoys the colorful fish and the turtles, but anything with sharp teeth or a barb- forget it!  As I motioned to her and pointed down at the mysterious, black creature she swam in real close and gripped my hand.


And that’s how we floated along for a while…hand in hand.

I’ve thought about that precious moment many times since then and it always brings a smile to my face.  I don’t think my daughter has reached out in exactly that way and held on so tight since she was in grade school..

And let me tell you,  it felt good. 💜



3 Comments Add yours

  1. Hemangini says:

    I guess as children grow older they become less dependent on parents and that creates a whole new world for both sides… Being needed is important for both sides.. I love my parents and I need them more then anything, loved your post. Honest, loving and cute in my opinion… Congrats on getting some feelings of being needed…

    PS> you will always be needed. You are “that” important!

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    1. Cindy says:

      They just “need” differently as they get money for the movies…haha! 😉

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      1. Hemangini says:

        lol yeah 😉

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