A couple of days ago my oldest son called me. We really don't talk often for various reasons. He had COVID, so he had some extra time on his hands, and we talked for a while.
I had mentioned some changes I was making in reference to assets, and I guess I must have said something to the effect of "I need the capital." I didn't really think about it.
The next day he called me again, and I immediately thought something must be wrong because he generally doesn't call for a while after we've talked. He was worried about my finances and said he had some money saved up, and wanted to send it to me. He had been saving so he could make a trip to see his dad, but his dad died before he got to go. He said I had helped him out years ago when he was on the verge of being homeless by sending him money to cover his rent, and now he could help me out.
I had to tell him repeatedly that I really am fine. I have a ways to go before i have to live in a cardboard box under a bridge.
This is the kid of mine who never seemed to have any inclination to "step up" and help. Both of my other sons have made it clear that I am always welcome in their homes.
I got a little choked up about it after the call. Maybe I didn't do such a bad job raising him after all.