“Please slow down”. How many of us wish we were able to write ourselves a letter from the future? I do. I’ve been watching my 18-year-old daughter attend her first year at a community college taking on a full load of credit hours along with working 3 jobs. 1 full-time at a day-care teaching 3 … More Dear 18-year-old-me…..
The day has come where it’s time for her to leave. You’ve bought her all she could possible need (and then some), you’ve packed all that you could fit into that car. At this point not even a cotton ball would fit. She’s ready; you’re not. Let her go; she’ll be okay. Throughout the years … More Let her go, she’ll be okay…..