I really miss my kids as they get older.

I love that they are discovering themselves and growing up and becoming adults.

But I do miss those kid-selves that they were. I miss them needing hugs and support and play and all that quality time we used to have.

And it makes me appreciate my own parents so much more as we all get older.

I think I’m having empty nest feelings. And wondering who I am as my parent-identity is changing into something new.