I think I love just about every stage of watching my kids grow up. Some are very hard, and some seem sweet and blissful even before they are tempered by time. Today, I had a great conversation with BB at college after he returned home from the local grocery store with ingredients for Alfredo Sauce.
BB: ugh my roommates are starting to annoy me, there's a half chopped onion and open can of refried beans just sitting on the counter accumulating flies
BB: its a sad sad thing when I'M the cleanest and most organized person in the house...
I almost fell out of my chair laughing.
My baby is growing up. I sure do miss him. I even miss that smell of teenage boy that hung over his room and used to encourage me to promptly close his door. I miss all the little things that I don't get to see anymore, like the beautiful smile he has when he stretches and says, "Good Morning, Mother." Baby boys growing into men right before your eyes. One little step at a time.