I have 4 beautiful bio children (21, 15, 15 and 13) - I am proud of them, they are great kids and we get on well, I don’t have much in the way of parenting regret! I just wondered if anyone else sometimes when you see them and realise they are taller than you or when you wave them off in the case of the adult kids has what I would call a moment of profound grief? Fleeting but painful? I suppose it sounds silly but I see them so clearly as babies and toddlers and the time has gone by so fast. I almost miss them even thought they haven’t gone anywhere? I apologise if I sound self indulgent in anyway, I know how grateful I should be and I am....am I alone? Do you recognise what I mean?