It's the age-old story of children gaining their independence and going off into the world that repeats with each generation. The angst of the parents who remain behind is the same, as is the eagerness of the children to be let loose.
I experienced an unexpected bonus from writing a recent post about my mom and dad. I felt their presence in a new way.
It's been through the blessing of grandchildren that I have truly been able to fully appreciate the miracle of childhood and the full measure of life.