Children

As I sit and witness the growing up of my children I am filled with an emptiness.  I can hear the echoes of their little voices and pitta-pattering of their tiny feet.  I am left searching for a way to fill that hole.  Intellectually, I know that this is just a different stage of all of our lives, but emotionally, I don't want to let go to their childhoods.  Heck, I am still a child and don't want to let go of that either.  I don't think I accept change very well.