S7's having to go through the detachment process as much as me, and it really hurts me to watch that. All I can do is be there for him, love him and reassure him that we'll be O.K. no matter what. We spent about 2 hours last night making paper snowflakes, and putting them up on the wall for decoration. He'd never made them before, and was thrilled to see how different each one we made turned out. I know that I'll never regret the memories that I'm building with my only son, who'll be 7 years old only for this one Christmas.
