Food for the comfort of the mother’s soul. Just a little follow up to my previous post. Broke down and called the-daughter-who-has-now-had-five-days-of-college-life. “Are you coming home for the weekend?” “I don’t think so.” “Wanna have lunch then? I’ll come there?” “Sure!” And off we drove – the parents, the little…
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It’s Been Five Days Since You Left for College and We’re Still Here, But You’re Not and It Is So Quiet
Follow my blog with Bloglovin Soooo…my 18-year-old daughter moved out last Thursday…The daughter who graduated with high honors and was voted “Best Personality” of her senior class. The first child. The test kid. The experiment in parenting. The first heart to leave the house for longer than just a week…