I suppose most parents wish, more than once, that their children wouldn't grow up so fast. My husband and I tried to never talk about "big boy" or "big girl" things --- we thought it would make our children think the age they were was one to get out of; that being older meant being better.
Tonight, for whatever reason, I am glad my children have grown up. Thinking about having a baby in this world, this cruel, tense, polarized, scary world gives me shivers. Something horrendous is going to happen --- humans tend to do those things to one another --- while my children are alive. Horrible things have already happened in their lives. I am very grateful that they are both adults in "these times." Adults capable of making good, smart, and kind decisions for themselves and for other people.