With older kids. I felt shifty as fuck the first time I left them all in the house to pop to the shop. It was a revelation, God the freedom.
Conversely the first time I sent one of them to the shop, blimey I have minions (who are very susceptible to bribes)
The first time one of my kids phoned me seemed surreal.
Any more?
I never thought that I would forget how hard the early years were, but I have. I do have some abiding memories of the overwhelming stress.