Pregnancy, difficult though it was, was the last time I knew my children were really safe - and, of course, even that's a false safety. Let's say this: I knew exactly where they were.
Then they are outside of your body and trying to get away. Testing boundaries, pulling you close and pushing you back. And you are at their mercy.
Now, walking/talking/reading - that's all behind us and it's the BIG separations that loom. Three weeks of sleep-away camp is the longest we've been physically apart, but the emotional gap continues to grow. As it should. I brought them here, but they don't belong to me. I am the conduit for them to find themselves and their own lives. But, ouch.
Einstein said, "A mother is to be left." Sometimes the truth sucks.