When I was younger, women (who I thought were REALLY old) told me that this time would go by in the blink of an eye. There were times that I got distracted by the world but in general I am happy for the time that we did have all together. I remember one night when my oldest had just turned 15 and I thought to myself "I still need more time". But time only goes slow when it's painful. Time freezes when you don't necessarily want it to. Any other day of the week it flies by.
Now it is time to shift gears. When they were at home I could look at them and get a sense for what they needed. I would know that if they were grumpy it was because they either needed more sleep or they were hungry. And I would know which one it was.
Now I can only go on what they tell me, what they tell the world (social media), and what I know about them. How do I help them continue to grow into the amazing people that they have become.
I guess only time will tell.