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I have four children who are ages 26, 25, 25, and 14. My youngest son just started high school a couple of weeks ago. I hate to admit it but I have been really in touch with the fact that there will only be a few more years of having him live in the house. I guess this is the place where I should tell you that I have been raising children since I was 19 years old. I’m certain part of my melancholy might have to do with a bit of an identity crisis. With my other kids, I was so happy to watch them reach their milestones into adulthood. With this child, I just want to put cheerios on his high chair again.
Does this feeling pass? I want to feel happiness for his more independent years. Also, I don’t want to be a creepy, needy mom who walks around in a sweatshirt with a photo of her kid’s face on the front, you know?
I’ll take any advice I can get...
Does this feeling pass? I want to feel happiness for his more independent years. Also, I don’t want to be a creepy, needy mom who walks around in a sweatshirt with a photo of her kid’s face on the front, you know?
I’ll take any advice I can get...