The sun is finally out, it’s warm at 44 degrees, and I feel rotten.
The boys are coming over to watch the Super Bowl. Six towering teens slender as grass and restless, ready to spring into some new life. It may be the last time they are all here together.
Of course, it’s Max in particular I grieve. He got accepted at a college nearby—impossible for us to afford. Nevertheless. It speaks of other potential admissions, much farther away.
Do all mothers dread this moment? My son has been the greatest joy of my life.
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