I can’t believe my four sons are all grown ups. It seems just like yesterday when they were knee-high to a grasshopper and I used to share children's books with them at bedtime - it was a fun, warm and loving experience reading aloud to them these stories from Dr. Seuss’s The Cat in the Hat, Fox in Socks, Guess How Much I love You, etc.Wow! How time flies! I can truly say that the happiest time of my life was when they were little ones and carefree. I say that the best thing I did for them was to allow them to do things for themselves, allow them to be strong, experience life on their own terms…let them be better persons, let them believe more in themselves. I don't know where those splendid days went. And I just feel emotionally ambivalent these days - desperately missing them in their cute, little, excited for everything and anything toddler and little boy phases.I'm anxious - and it's difficult for me to go into another phase of life as they go into their respective new chapter of their life. Having used about the house filled with children is a wonderful thing for most of us moms. I'm getting edgy how time is growing closer for my children to be launched to lead their own lives. Eventually, I have to let go of them. But one thing is certain " I'm mad about them - I love them to the moon and back!