Growing up

Today I realized my kids are growing up in a way that means growing away.  My son is a teenager.  Need I say more.  My daughter is a tween who is stretching her independence to see how it fits.  I am so proud and so sad.  Sad?  No, that's not the right word.  Melancholy feels like the right word, but it may not be right either.  Heavy.  Whatever the word, I feel it deep into my soul today.  I love that we are raising them to be and do and survive and thrive and think and solve.  But today I loved it more when Peanut took my hand and when Murph asked to ride along with me in the car.  Love them, love them, love them.