Letting go

Today Ethan left with Grandma and Grandpa to spend the week with them on his own. This is his first trip away from home by himself, and I think Paul and I are more worried than Ethan will ever get. It's funny, to feel the parental pangs - yes, a break for us and down to answering the cries of one child, but will he be ok? We will miss him, his fighter jet noises, his running to the potty, his cries for snacks, and his "you know what? i love you's".

As a child I vividly remember making my aunt, who was only a town away, call my mom in the middle of the night for comfort - I know I was young and I know I rarely went far without my mom. I know Ethan loves his grandparents so much, he wouldn't even think twice of worrying. But I do secretly hope he misses us at some point.