"But it's the need to practice unclenching my own protective grip on my kids and my rather new-ish maternal identity that is part of it. It's my 2- and 3-year-old easing into being fully and completely with their Pops, with no mum to run to in a melodramatic fit. It's my husband stepping in to the POV I normally fill before trips, considering the minutiae like bandaids (the only kind daughter will abide) and bug spray and are there enough diapers for the trip. It's the knowing that I had at hand (and could seek out) very good help for every role I was leaving vacant, allowing people to step into those roles in whatever way they are called to. And maybe, it's giving into the idea that in the end we are all replaceable, that life can and will go on without you. This is all part of it. This is it."