It’s Not About Me
My daughter recently took her PSAT test and thus the college letters have begun to arrive in our mailbox beckoning her to schools across the country. She’s fifteen. I have two and a half more years with her before she spreads her wings and flies out of our nest. I’m not going to lie; the idea makes me want to throw up. I’m holding on to these “family years” with a death grip, but I know my time is fleeting. These fifteen years have undeniably been the best of my life. Exhausting, frustrating...
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