When they were little you were always there, in the moment. Ready to catch them if they fell, encourage them if they stumbled or cheer when they succeeded.
Growing means their moments become their own, but they usually deign to recall them for you.
But then they hit double-digits and can only grunt and moan. To keep up, you have to follow them on Facebook.
You hope, when they become adults, in age if not maturity, they’ll call once a week or visit and regale you with tales of their wonderful moments, which become your moments.
Don’t miss the moment.