It's started. I'm now in the first stages of unneeded. Woke up Saturday morning regular time and the boys were eating their breakfast.
No Mommy needed.
"We did it ourselves," Holy Terror informed me with a touch of pride.
What was I to do? I smiled and gave high fives. Told them how proud I was. All the while my heart was breaking.
It's started again. The first two, now in high school, started not needing me so much about the same age. Somehow I suppressed it, not wanting to think about it.
Now it's smacked me in the face all over again.
Well, off to continue my moping.