My son is bringing his girfriend home for dinner in a couple of weeks.  Some of the kidparts feel sad because they have lost their child.  Here I am a graying plump woman with an itchy body and hot flashes who is actually a woman/girl/girl/woman who wants to have a tantrum and take a nap.  It was easier when he was little.  No, it was never easy.  There’s a lot of cleaning to do.  You know the kids want to get to know this young woman.  Something new to figure out how to do.