Oh, the inner conflict of motherhood--it's almost as pervasive as the guilt. Here's a perfect example. On one hand, I am constantly begging this guy to be independent enough to get through his meals without me having to spoon feed him because he's too busy goofing around. On the other hand, I'm not yet ready for him to be so grown up that he has enough fine motor coordination to grasp a crayon and actually draw something legible with it.
The need for them to need us, and the need for them to not need us, always in conflict.