As my kids get older, I'm learning to make the time we have count

When our two kids were little, my wife and I were needed for everything: every snack, every bedtime routine, every scraped knee, every middle-of-the-night wake-up. Now my daughter is 11 and my son is 9, and their lives are increasingly just beyond the edges of ours.

They spend more time with friends, ride bikes around the neighborhood without us, close their bedroom doors for alone time, and sometimes disappear outside for hours, coming back only when they're hungry. I knew this stage was coming, but I wasn't prepared for how strange it would feel while living inside it.

Parenting has shifted from the tangible — packing lunches, tying shoes, carrying sleeping children — to subtler, emotional work. My wife and I spend less time doing things for them and more time paying attention: listening when a friendship issue is mentioned in passing, noticing changes in mood, and trying to create space so they still want to talk.

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