Will They Even Remember?

      Will they remember all the nights I stayed past them and finished their chores, cleaned up their messes or organized their stuff? Will they remember when they went to work, or friends' friends leaned their room s personal assignment? Will they remember the early morning hours I pushed past tired to make the daily activities happen?

     This was my thought tonight as I changed my youngest load from the washer to the dryer. She was already snug in her bed, likely not sleeping. But then I realized do I? Do I recall the same of my mother? I am an only child, so there is a bit of uneven comparison from 1 to 4. However, I am certain she did the very same for me. I recall the night in 6th grade when she hand sewed my pom-pom skirt for a performance the next day. (Yes, I did do that for 1 year). But really other than that moment I do not ever think I knew her self-sacrifice. Does that make me unaware or ungrateful?
     This is the question, do I want them to know? Do I want to know all I do or feel the love that comes with it? Do I want them to learn that love is an action through my actions without the need to see every piece? I know they see my servant heart and are tasked to join along the way. I just want to know? Will they know when they one day are in a quiet moment in their home just like me? What will they recall?
     What will they remember?