I was visiting my 23 year old daughter in New York City recently.
We were on the subway.
The car was packed.
As we entered the crowded station, she, standing closer to the door, reached back, grabbed hold of my wrist, pulled me off the train through the sea of people and whisked me up the stairs.
One fluid instinctual movement.
In that moment, our roles had reversed. She was the protector, the navigator, the leader.
And I, a happy follower: grin on my face, watching my daughter navigate life in the big city.