I was cooking dinner for me and my youngest child who is 17. I was preparing things and enjoying a glass of wine (one glass only!). I remember when I used to do this for our oldest children when they were little, then for our youngest boys when they were little.
It's fun to see them all growing up and becoming successful adults but I miss those time. It's fun to think about those times, to remember the joy of caring for them, but it made me mist up a little.
I guess that's part of being a parent. I poured as much of myself into my children as I could while pursuing my career and keeping my relationship with my wife. Yes, I missed things, yes I got upset at awkward times, but I taught and taught and taught and lived and did things with them and enjoyed being with them. And I miss my older children now.
