I had a moment yesterday.
I have children old enough to go running around the neighborhood, playing with friends. I wasn't worried about cars, or them getting lost; they knew when to come home without me even calling them.
It rocked actually. *g* I got through the rest of the dishes, listened to music and NPR, and prepped dinner with minimal interruption. I'm proud that we've raised them to be confident and self-reliant. I hope they never fear to fly. I hope they never look back. Except at Christmas time or if their father or I get really sick. LOL.
Lest I get mired in nostalgic longing for my "babies", our new arrival is coming Saturday. Not from the stork, but a green minivan via I-95. I haven't had a dog since I was a child, and I am looking forward to that sweet little ball of unconditional love---I'm just not looking forward to housebreaking and potential home destruction. LOL Though soon enough, little diesel will be old enough to go off to play with the kids.
Littlest One wanted to cuddle before I tucked him in last night. It felt good, and a nice reminder that they'll always be my "babies".