It's that time....time to clip the wings. I have come to the realization that my incessant attempts to stay in touch with my boy are all for me...for that which I am attempting to hold onto, and it is time to let him go.
It is an odd state of being...not regretful, not necessarily sad even...just fully aware of how fleeting the time between having them underfoot and having them not return your calls. Goodbye, childhood.
Cats in the Cradle.