At this moment, one daughter is winging home from college for Spring Break. She flies back and forth about three or four times a year. I should be freaking out at the thought but it has become the norm. She used to be my clingy child. She now thinks nothing of booking a taxi, packing her bags, and getting on a plane.
My other daughter is also getting on a flight this week. She is going to Europe with her college class. She is worried but I'm not quite so stressed. I know she can do it and, like her sister, she is growing up and doesn't need me quite as much anymore!
Where did the years go? Every time I see a young mother reaching the end of her rope in the store with cranky children or a sobbing baby, I feel like telling her, "Embrace the moment! Cherish the moment! It will be over all too soon!" But, like me, at that age, the young mom is engrossed in dealing with the present not knowing it will be a memory all too soon!
