I cried the night before C1 started his new/first "real" job. This is how it went:
C1: why are you so sad?
me: I'm not sad.
C1: then why are you crying?
me: I'm not crying.
C1: why are you crying?
me: I just don't want to grow up.
C1: well then how about I just grow up and you don't?
But tonight, since the grandparents are out of town, C1 snuck upstairs and played the piano. I mean he really played it. And the music sounded so nice. And sooo much better than the sound doing homework makes (ummm...no sound at all?). I honestly can't remember the last time he did that.
And then I decided. OK. It's kinda fun to grow up. As long as it means there's more time for piano.