It's just a little over two years until my son will be 18 and off to college. Am I being a bad mom by planning all the things I want to do and perhaps what it will be like to not have to 1) get a grumpy child up at 6:30 am 2) I can run around the house naked (kidding, but I could) 3) up and go on mini vacactions or trips with my husband.
I will be 39 when this occurs and lately I've been thinking about how young that is and that the world will not end when my baby bird leaves the nest.
Bad mom? Not at all. I'm counting down the days until I can get all my little dumplings grown up. My youngest is not-quite-12, so I have 6 years before I can send him off to college and, hopefully, have an empty nest. Can't wait!
I too am making plans (in my head only for now!) for when my boys are independent. They're 17 and 14 and are not interested in doing anything or going anywhere with us and so I think of all the things I will be able to do when I don't have to consider them the way I do now. I feel like I'm wishing their childhoods away and it makes me feel kinda bad.