“A Stitch in Time”
Last week I took my baby, now eighteen years old and almost a foot taller than me, to the airport so he could leave me to serve two years in a faraway country. I hugged him for longer than his dignity could stand, then watched him swallow hard and turn away to go through security. And just like that, my time as a mother with children in my home was over. In the car on the way home from the airport, I was not fully present. Part of me was waiting at the gate, walking onto a plane and finding a seat, […]
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