My own experience of motherhood involves so much loss...
Gone are the days when...
I could hold my tiny baby with a single arm.
I was held out as a paragon of virtue ("that's my mum" said with huge pride to new kids he'd met in the playground) by my son
My DC's eye would widen with delight at the sight of me first thing in the morning
My pre fluent-speaker DC's would express himself (exquisitely for me) in jumbled words, expressions and mal-approprisims
I could go on and on...
but they are all gone, never to appear again!
Hate this aspect of parenthood: this sense of the loss of the child that my child was when they were younger.
And my DC is just 8 yrs!
I just find that, things always seem so rosy in retrospect but I only really, properly, appreciate them in retrospect - when they are gone forevermore, instead of "living in the moment"
Hence the loss....
Anyone else felt that parenthood, inherently, involves loss?