Missing My Babies: 5 Things That Surprise Me Most

Last week after I begged, bribed and threatened, my teenage daughters finally cleaned out their closet. I guess it had been a while because as I was folding some of the laundry that they had blithely tossed into the hallway (poor things, cleaning is such hard work), I came across a tiny pink leotard.

I started to cry.

Were they not, just yesterday, two little ballerinas flitting gleefully across the stage at their ballet recital? Wasn’t it only a moment ago that every dress had to be twirly a...