Some may, many might, all may?

More times than not, I don't word things right for many to really understand what I want to say, yet it comes out different. This is addressed to parents with grown children.

You know when there are gift giving occasions and when your kids are small, you adore everything they give you and keep tell you die.

Well, some may think I am a complete, ungrateful beitch, but it's not how I mean it. But do any of you with grown, adult children, ever wonder if your own kids even know you, by the gifts they do give? I feel like this today. It's so weird how my 10 year old granddaughter knows me better than any one of my 4 grown children.

I only ask, wondering if I am the only one out there, or here, who feels this way?