I think that as we grow older we are inclined to look back on our childhood memories in a different light. Most are happier not taking for granted how precious they are, but some are seen and experienced differetly than we originally remember. I've been sick for the past 10 months and through that time my husband and parents have been essential in my recovery. I've thought a lot about how my parents would take care of my as a kid. I stayed with my Mom and Dad last night and fell asleep in their bed like I did dozens of times as a kid. I vaguely remember them walking me to my old room and unmaking my bed and putting me in it like they did as a kid. :) I hope I never take for granted how precious even the most mundane memories of our parents are. My Mom tells me all the time, "Even though you're grown and married you'll always be my baby." Lying in a hospital bed over the past few months there are numerous times I've caught her sweeping my hair out of my face like she has always done thinking that I was asleep. I think that the only way I could ever "repay" them will to be to raise my own kids with a much dedication and love and they are raising me.