The independence is bittersweet, in that I miss them terribly, I don't want to miss any moments or admit that they are growing up. On the other hand, I love having more freedom and time to remember my other passions. Other interests have taken a back seat as I enjoy the fleeting youth of my boys, but sometimes after a long day I just need to walk.
I love to walk. In the evenings, before the sun has set, when the paths are empty except for a rare dog walker and there is a silence and peace that I don't find in my day. I watch the tide coming in, the seagulls combing the beach for any left over chips and the sun setting over the coastline. I think, and day dream and write whole stories in my head. I notice things that I miss in the day, stop to smell and touch and watch. I drift off into my own world, without a thought as to where I am walking.
Sometimes I take my camera, and actually photograph things other than my children. I breathe the fresh sea air and find an energy I thought the day had taken from me. I take some time for just me - time that I took for granted for so long, but now seems like a luxury.