I was like 150, wearing support hose and telling random people how cheap things used to be, by the time I learned how to drive. Okay, not really, I was 17, but it felt that way since all of my friends had been driving for 3 years. (Yes the driving age was 14 in my state.) My boyfriend drove me everywhere. He picked me up from high school, even though he was in college by then. He drove me to and from work. He chauffeured me all over the place, listening to my most annoying teenage self, and he ended up married to me anyway. Wonders never cease. Anyway, I know part of him wondered if I'd break up with him when I finally did get my driver's license. Would I really need him anymore? Obviously I did.
It was kind of that way when I weaned my babies. Would they still love me? Would I still be their go-to parent for hugs and cuddles and reassuring words? And thankfully, the answer to that is "yes."
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