You know the mom who lingers at day camp drop-off, her three children instantly engaged with their friends in games of Othello and Tic-Tac-Toe? Yeah, I’m that mom. I gently remind each one about their lunch and that I love them. I encourage them (needlessly) to have a great day. I return to the car and for a moment I am at a loss at what to do.
I’m having a hard time letting go. It’s not that I’m yearning for my kids to run free and live independently. It’s the small, everyday decisions that will eventually lead to their departure with which I’m having a hard time.