What I never thought about several years ago-- telling my son to "just take my car" to basketball practice when the roads are covered in snow.
What I never thought about when babies were sleeping soundly in their bassinet next to my bed-- falling into bedtimes without a goodnight, just a quick "time for bed", hollered up the stairs.
What I never thought about when I was thirty, that when I was forty, my heart would hurt at the faint memories of baby curls and squeals of glee and jibber jabber with Disney Junior playing in the background.
And maybe it wouldn't have.
And maybe I'd handle all this growing up a little better.