You’ve been there from the beginning, cared for them through potty training (I dreaded it all three times), cried on their first day at school (until you cried on their first day of summer break instead), and listened daily to the little things happening in their day-to-day life. All in preparation for this grand migration of teenagers around the country. Yes, I’m talking about COLLEGE. I’m on my third one and each time it’s like losing a part of myself. Hey, hello there! they WERE a part of me at one time. The Japanese say that the rebellion of teenagers is to help parents let go. I don’t think mine rebelled enough.
In a week, I’m taking my third son for his second year and the only reason (so he says) I get to drive with him, Continue reading “Semi Empty Nester” »