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Sometimes, parenting can feel like a series of losses. One minute, you’re with them on the sofa watching In the Night Garden then, before you know it, you can’t get them out of their bedrooms and off their screens. Easter is a time when these emotions sweep over me more than most. It feels like only yesterday that my 14-year-old was carrying a big basket as he hunted for eggs left by the Easter bunny, before squirrelling them away in his room to relive the experience day after day. Now six-foot tall, he just drags his knuckles along the floor and grunts. But there is hope. Just lately, he’s taken an interest in what goes on in the kitchen (especially when sweet stuff is involved), so together, we baked the…