One sunny August afternoon, my younger son and I walked to the post office and mailed out 200 bar mitzvah invitations. We had spent that morning sitting in the dining room, licking envelopes and placing royal blue and red stamps that resembled the Giants logo onto the upper right corners of heavy, cream-colored envelopes.
This week's episode of "Parenthood," titled "In Dreams Begin Responsibilities," allowed the season to really settle into its groove. The Bravermans are in full-on supportive family mode, finally giving us all of the heart-to-hearts, inspirational speeches, and familial advice we've been waiting for.
One of the fundamental goals and responsibilities for me as a parent for the last 21 years has been the notion of giving my children Roots and Wings. To raise them in a way that they feel they have a strong sense of self and of belonging and at the same time instilling in them through unconditional love, trust and respect the confidence to truly spread their wings and fly.
Just over a month ago, my oldest child left home for his freshman year of college. My husband drove him the four and a half hours it takes to get to Boston from our house. Since I had already visited the university twice -- and knew I'd find it tough to keep my emotions in check-- I didn't go. Instead, I cried.