And there goes the little one.  Out the door, down the road, blazing his own trail on his bike.  He just got home from middle school and announced that his friend Sam was coming over.  Okay, awesome!  Making your own plans and taking control of your life.  This is what you are supposed to do as you grow up.  Yay!

Knock on the door….Sam’s here!  Would you two like a snack?  What would you like to do?

Um, mom, would it be okay if we rode our bikes downtown to Jersey Boys and got a slice of pizza?

Um, sure.  Of course, have fun, be safe, be back by five.  And by the way, aren’t you only TWO YEARS OLD?!  What do you mean can you ride to Jersey Boys?  You are my baby!  My little one!  What crazy time warp allowed this to happen?

So here I am…big one at football, little one carving his own independence.  Me, I’m finishing a book and sitting in the quiet.  This is what they do and how they prepare for the world, but, oh my goodness, they are my world.  Breathing quietly and smiling at gained independence on all fronts xxoo