People told me that if I could live through raising teenage girls, the boy would be nice to me. Those people lied. This kid of mine, the last one home, the boy who would crawl in bed and watch SportsCenter with us, squishing his 6ft frame between his incredible shrinking parents, has turned. He used to talk about sports and music and school and really, really dumb YouTube videos. Now he says
Leaving on a Jet Plane
My college girl is in Albania and got there all by her lonesome. It’s not that I doubted her competence, navigational skill, time management, or ability to triage a situation and react accordingly, but I do. This is the same kid, who can’t get to the mall 7 miles from home, her best friend’s, nor consider she may need a winter coat. In Ohio. She left her wallet and passport
Ready, Set, Remember
I’m usually not your usual crunchy, airy-fairy, pollyanna, sock ‘n sandals, peace, love, & granola type of do-unto-others self. In fact, I hated Eat, Pray, Love so much, I wanted to hit the author in the head with a shovel. But that’s just me. However, something extraordinary happened in the midst of the Thanksgiving rush that took my breath away. Swamped with a cart heaping with cheese, fruit, butter, eggs,
And Then There Were Five
Taking your kid to college sucks. That’s the big secret no one tells, because you wouldn’t believe them. But I sure wish I was warned. Friends with children who already flew the coop did not aptly prepare me for the extreme pain and heartache that accompanied taking kid #1 to college. There’s a pact of secrecy amongst those that have already unloaded boxes into dorms to not tell us newbies how hard