I need to be needed...does that make me needy?

So I spent yesterday wallowing in self-pity and melancholy because my baby was turning 11. She is but a driver's license away from total independence. She has even figured out how to make her own instant Mac-n-Cheese. I am nearly obsolete. Then this morning, from the dim light of the kid's bathroom I hear..."mommy." I brace myself for whatever might be spewing from whatever opening and find my son sitting on the side of the tub with a nosebleed.

So he jumps in the shower and I have my arm in there with him, pinching the bridge of his nose while he shampoos and washes. Then he takes over pinching while I dry him off and we move to his bedroom to tilt his head back onhis pillow. I pick out his clothes for school (which I haven't done in years) and dress him while he lays on his back waiting for the bleeding to stop. Sheer bliss!

So while I am worried about the bloody nose, I am happy, at peace almost, to know that I am still needed.