answer:I miss mine a lot. I try not to be a pest because I know they have their own lives. Sometimes I wonder if I give them too much room; my youngest complains of being lonely, but managing that is part of growing up. I miss the way they were; I miss the relationships I had with their friends and the parents of their friends. It’s weird to think that all of the work I did in the theater and at the schools just ended. A long time ago I read an essay in a parenting magazine that said there are a lot of “last times” that you don’t realize were the last time until they are way past—the last time your child walks with you and holds your hand, the last time you pick them up and carry them, the last time you cut up their food, the last time they give you a sloppy kiss and tell you they ove you more than anything… Leaving left a hole in my heart and my life.