Remembering the past at the expense of the present

When they were toddlers, I missed them being babies.

Then when they were teenagers, I missed them being little kids.

Now that one has (mostly) moved out and the other is finishing up High School, I’m mourning what was.

A dear friend reminded me, this was the goal: them becoming adults…leaving us.

So, why is it so hard?

What are your thoughts?

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