Eighteen gets to be a gut-wrenchingly small number when you realize that’s the number of times you have to make significant memories with your kids.
As my son has started touring universities, I'm finding I have conflicted feelings. I want to help him out the door, but he's still my baby.
Before the kids have moved out completely, I've decided to try to start preparing for an empty nest - when it's just my husband and me at home.
I have been staunchly avoiding declaring all of the "lasts" as his senior year in high school sails by at a pace so fast that I can hardly keep up.
The great big book of parenting (which none of us actually receives) never warned me of the absolute fear I would have of an empty nest.
Our summer bucket list is about so much more than just summer. It is about continuing treasured traditions from the past and preparing her for the big world ahead.
rather than dwell on the growing pains of change in our relationship, I prefer to celebrate the positive side of being a parent to my adult kids. And there are so many reasons why...