Eldest DS is 14, DD is 11 and DS2 is 7.
I have been much happier since my DC have got older - life is easier and I like having children I can have proper conversations with.
But yesterday I took DD and DS2 for a long muddy country walk (DS1 is way too old for anything like that now). It was a place we'd been to many times before over the years from when DS1 was about 4. It was DD's favourite place for many years and we even held her birthday party there for her 7th birthday. But we hadn't been for about a year.
DS2 held my hand almost the whole way round. They played together and ran about rediscovering places. And I had so many memories and I realised there's a chance that this was probably one of the last times DD would voluntarily choose to do something like this with me. Next time it might be just DS2 and me. And next time he might not hold me hand most of the time. I saw our family in 10 years time and felt a little bit bleak.
I want them to grow up and away. But it is quite sad too. Time is a bit of a bugger isn't it?