Milestones: Part II
We were both nervous. When I reached for her hand in the car to offer a reassuring squeeze, the clamminess I felt from hers was a sure sign that her stomach was fluttering. She was facing the unknowns of a new school without knowing another soul. I was facing the unknowns of how I was going to navigate these last years of hers as she speeds too fast toward adulthood. Last week I wrote about my eldest daughter’s upcoming high school open house. I described my emotions as I approached the day and wished that I wasn’t a divorced parent
