Nostalgia = I miss my babies.
Gratefulness = This afternoon is going incredibly smoothly thanks to my girls' independence.
Six years ago I was in a similar position as Cathy, me-against-them solo wrangling a new walker and attempting to reason with a preschooler while participating in one of the great rites of passages as a parent. At that age they were as precious as could be and also a hell of a lot of work.
There are days when I really miss the girls being babies. Tonight just happened to not be one of them.