Breaking up is hard to do I have 3 children, 2 girls, 28 and 21 and one boy who is 17. I remember both my girls were running from me as soon as they could walk. Both Dad's girls, they would argue with me and run to him with tears and cries of how mean I was, because I was enforcing a curfew or simply asking for clothes to be picked up off the bathroom floor. The drama only made me think of my poor Mother and how this independent streak in both of them would one day suit them well, and it did. I also knew they would return to me and I was right about that as well. I have a wonderful relationship with both my girls. My son was born via C section and my first drug addled memory was him crying and me shushing. He calmed down right away, my Husband later said, and thus the love affair began. He was a full on Mama's Boy until he was 5 and went to school. When I say full on, I mean he would tell his Dad he was gonna marry me someday💖. He was all me all the time. He wanted me to tie his skates, read his books, practice soccer and play Ninja Turtles. He loved his Dad but I was his Sun. And the curls he had! When he went to school and between the ages of 5 and 12 I was still most important but I could feel something changing, there was a distance settling in I couldn't ignore. He was having more in common with Hubby who was now coaching both hockey and baseball, he could tie his own skates and no longer wanted to play Ninja Turtles. We were growing apart. Now you say, he's growing up! And intellectually yes , I know that. Any boy mom will tell you it hurts to go from being the center of their world to being Pluto. Emotionally it's tough ok? Cut us some slack ! Now he is 17 and I'm just praying that when he has kids of his own he won't always go to Christmas at his wife's family's house. My husband thinks I'm crazy, but honestly , I stole him from his Mom, and she never forgot it. 25 years later and she still hasn't forgotten. 🙄 Sometimes I look at him and remember that sweet boy who loved his Mama so much. Then he catches me and says “bruh” and I remember he is not mine anymore, he belongs to the world!