Why the Last Six Weeks Before My Oldest Goes to College Feels Oddly Familiar

“When will I have fun again?” I asked my older sister a few weeks after giving birth to my first child. She was three years into motherhood and pregnant with her second, so I was relying on her sage wisdom. “Eighteen years.” she said without a hint of sarcasm or levity. That did it. The tears  I had been choking down spilled freely like an freshly unclogged faucet. 18 years?  18 years? I am responsible for this human for 18 years? What have I done? I’m never going to have… Read more Why the Last Six Weeks Before My Oldest Goes to College Feels Oddly Familiar →