Love More, Judge Less
Before I dropped my son off to start his freshman year in college last month, I made myself two promises: 1. I would not cry when I said goodbye, and 2. I would not cry in front of my eight year old younger son during the car ride home. Well, I broke those promises. I
In a month my oldest son will be heading to Boston to begin his freshman year of college. It’s time to let my baby go and it’s not easy. He’s ready. Me? Not so much. I’m feeling overwhelmed and I’ve been coping by helping him prepare and pack. In the process, I’ve come to realize
My son turned eighteen earlier this month. I am now the mother of an adult child. I’m not sure how to feel about this. I remember my son’s first year vividly. Moms with grown children would say things like “Cherish this time because it goes by so fast.” The truth is I didn’t cherish
Life is funny, and tends to have a way of working out (for the most part), if we simply set our minds on goals and work to achieve them.
Despite all the different ways our lives have unfolded since graduation, those smiles and the love fueling them, are ever present. I don’t think there is a more convincing testament to the strength of our friendships.
Last night I attended my niece Sabrina’s high school graduation. Being a mom of two girls aged 2 and 4, it’s not often I get to blog about a direct experience in teenager-related milestones, so I thought this would be a fun opportunity for me. I think the last high school graduation I attended
