The Mom I Wanted to Be

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I haven’t cried hard in a while, but when I saw my eighteen year-old daughter wave a shy goodbye as she left my sight at the airport last night, I couldn’t stop.  After seven months of her being home for a “gap year” between high school and college, she was taking off for a two-month trip to Europe - a giant leap out of my protective arms and into adulthood.  I’d felt pangs of impending loss all week, but the tears flowed while standing there as she actually walked away from me.Had I done eno … [Read more...]


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