March 11 is my son's birthday. He's a fine grown man. Still, sometimes when I look at him I see the toddler that he was, or that preadolescent compelled to jump up to touch the ceiling in the den at every available opportunity. Hell, I see a 36 year old when I look in the mirror.
I cried when he left for UVM--the same kind of tears I had at my daughter's wedding--just wetness flowing down my face without sobbing or stuffing up. It's the way of life. Children move on and make their own way. But parents get to keep the infant, the toddler, the child, the teenager, the adult in their hearts forever.