Both of my progeny will be gone in just over a month. Not forever, but one for 3 months and the other headed off to school.

It’s, at the same time, exciting and anxiety provoking all at once. It means I am getting older, as they are. It means they don’t need me in the same way, as they have not in awhile. This just makes it more concrete. A reminder much like me seeing my aging arm flesh swinging from the back of my humerus. A shock when I see it and can no longer deny, things are changing.

It’s not a bad thing but it is an ambivalent thing. More freedom, in exchange for a dose of reality.