After 15 years of sending kids off to school, I cried.
Not for a preschooler. Not for all day kindergartner, or elementary, or the first day of high school. But for my college student.
Because I wasn't there to make a "yumma" breakfast on the first day. I wasn't there to say, "oh, you look so cute in that outfit." Nor was I there to remind her it would be o.k., it was going to be a great day. I cried because it is a whole new chapter. Like most of the books I like, by the end, it has a happy ending or a great life story. But I am not quite at the end. So instead, I cried.
