Tonight I was reading to my 6 year old son...and I realized that while I was reading (a very fascinating book about Tyranosarus Rex!) he was absently twirling a curl of my hair in his little hands. He was snuggled tight against my side and absolutely absorbed in the book...I felt so wonderful.I realize how much I'm in "contact" with my children...I'm always kissing and hugging and snuggling. I always cuddle them to bed and usually wake up in the morning with three little bodies somehow squished all togther on my side of the bed (I don't know how they all get in there!).I don't want it to end. Yet I see teenagers doing their own thing...as they should...and adult children never showing the same complete adulation and contact.How do you cope with that sort of transition?? Please...any of you who have older children...what did you do to comfort yourself during their "flight" from your arms??
Asked by Trina