Tonight I watched my two youngest kids dance like silly people to their cd they love to listen to. My youngest daughter would twirl around and around, and then as she got dizzy from it all- she excitedly declared that it was the world that was moving around her, she's 2.
I held my oldest daughter, who is closing in on 10 years old in a few months, in my arms for a good 10-15 minutes to reassure her that she is loved.
And I wrestled on the floor with my 4 year old son like I was 4 years old right along with him. After we were done, I laid on my back and lifted him with my feet, allowing him spread his arms and legs out in mid air to declare to me that he was "Peter Pan".
Its nights like these that leave your heart feeling like maybe, just maybe you're doing something right with your kids. I sure hope so, believe me I sure hope so.