Tomorrow is Railfan's eighteenth birthday.
I keep feeling like this cannot be happening, much like I did when the Not-So-Little Drummer Boy turned twenty-one. Where did the time go? How can so many years have slipped by so fast?
I love my kids. They are turning into interesting and compassionate adults. I realize every parent feels this way, but, in general, my kids rock. But part of them turning into adults is them going away. It is separation. And yes, as a parent you start preparing for this day long in advance, as you teach them to be independent, but it is still a shock when it comes.
Railfan will be home for a while yet (he is going to school locally), but he will be having a life apart from us. And in a couple of years, he will be gone, as will the Red-Headed Menace, only to return on breaks from school and later, only at major holidays.
I am trying to savor all the time I can now while they are at home. I know how little there is left and how soon it will be gone.