the wiener mom has a sudden bout of melancholy

So, I'm driving home after an exciting round of errands involving the tax man, the bank, raw chicken and Mickey Mouse underwear (not mine) when I see a group of maybe 10-12 year old boys waiting to cross the street and I slow down, stop so they can cross. They are very polite and wave to say thanks. I wave back and continue on my merry way, jamming to Dar Williams and slugging down the Diet Dr. Pepper. It was a very brief moment, almost nonexistent, certainly to them no more than an immediately forgotten blip of an interaction with a stranger.

For some reason though it reminded me of something I read in the "Parent of Wieners Must Own Tome" Boys Should be Boys. The author talks about what makes the relationship between a mother and her son unique. Basically it comes down to this sad fact:
As a mother is raising a son she is preparing to let him go.

A mother knows inately that some day he will no longer be hers. He will belong to someone else and that's okay, she wants that. It's not like we want our wieners at home forever, the only woman they've ever loved their mother. We don't want that. But, that doesn't change the fact that at some point I will lose my wieners. Not in the physical sense, they will always be my wieners, my babies, but the relationship will change. It better change or there's gonna be some pissed off daughter-in-laws.

I don't know what it was about seeing those boys cross the street that brought all this deep thinking on, maybe it was the fact that they were polite. I've had numerous encounters with other mother's wieners that have been far from polite (see the post entitled "the wiener mom walks the dog").
I can do everything that I can to mold them into polite young wieners, but in the end I let go and hope for the best. I'm not letting go yet, but I'm already hoping.