As a mom, I’m in an interesting season of life as my middle child counts down the days until his 18th birthday, prepares for graduation, and too-soon will be packing for college in the fall. (While my special-needs daughter is older, he’ll be my first to do the college thing and move out. Pass the Kleenex box.)
Naturally, we’ve experienced a parade of firsts as he grew. The first breath, tooth, steps, and words were followed by first day of school, drive, date, and checking account. Now we’re...
Published on February 29, 2016 04:00