A great conversation with an old but new friend yesterday confirmed what I know for sure about motherhood: we are all a part of a universal sisterhood woven from the same threads. We talked about the journey, and yes, sometimes struggle to learn how to parent adults. Since we spend about 17 -18 years playing chauffeur, nursemaid, litigator, playmate, and all-around everything to our children, letting our children go to grow can be both challenging and painful, however necessary.....

I spent a little time sitting still and letting that soak in, minutes after we hung up. while I know this, and am experiencing it with a soon-to-be 21 and 20-year-old, I pride myself on not coddling my sons, and took painstaking measures to ensure they were surrounded in a balanced male/female environment. I have to admit, as we get closer to a time I look forward to (graduation), I may be having a little premature separation anxiety over the 17-year-old and his impending departure.

 This brought me back to a very "grown-up" conversation I had with Boy 1 on this subject, which then led me to look at his FB page. I am often impressed and inspired by his words....."Hey Emah, I must say I'm proud of you, because you times been through hard times in this sport/life of mine. I just think of all the things I want to do for you to get me through. My love for you is unconditional, my biggest fan by far, not much I can say that you don't already know," I love you. Man, do I love this kid so...
a junior in college, on a soccer scholarship, hundreds of miles from home, making good grades, and being well adjusted is ALL I need from him.