We are in that phase of life where our kids are taking the baton in the relay handoff. My son and daughter-in-law are probably going to put an offer on a house they looked at yesterday. My daughter and son-in-law will be moving to Fresno this summer for her Dietetic Internship. And two of our best friends will bury their son, a Green Beret, tomorrow after his wartime death from a gunshot wound taken in battle in Afghanistan a couple of weeks ago.
These are the joys and terrors of having kids. They take a piece of your heart and soul with them, but they can't give you a guarantee of how things will turn out. You cheer them on, you share their heartaches ... and you ignore the terror of vulnerabilities they bring with them, the same terror we all brought to our own parents.
It is a poignant time. But, you know what? It always is. And it's worth it.