So in the last three days I bought "cheater" glasses so I can see when I read, went to a washed-up-band-who-I-love concert (r0ck on Counting Crooooooooows!) my 16-year-old went off to the community college and somehow, the world has just shifted.
I remember his first day of preschool, and his first day of Kindergarten and his first day of High School. They all had this dark chocolate bitterness.
Book Two; the next phase. "My life from here."
It's all good, but sometimes that just feels so bad. So hard, really that's what it is. So very difficult.
Worth it all, worth every second, every bit of it. The calling of the mother. But oh, so much.