Eighteen years ago, I became a mother. This week, we moved our oldest daughter Autumn into her new dorm room at college and although our nest is not yet empty, I'm struggling to view it as "half full."
The day your youngest child leaves for college is something like the day your eldest was born: You know the day is coming, but you aren't completely sure how you'll handle it when it arrives.
I couldn't be more excited for my daughter. She has a huge scholarship to a prestigious university, and I have full confidence that she's fully prepared to step into this new phase. So why do I feel like someone is ripping out my aorta?
Like childbirth, everyone has an opinion when it comes to launching the last child. People say it will be very quiet. Apparently, this is a bad thing.
