When my daughter’s world was shattered, I did the laundry. When the country was afraid and anxious, I did the laundry. When I wasn’t sure about the future of my industry, I did the laundry.
When we packed up my daughter’s college life in boxes and bins and hastily packed duffel bags, leaving the detritus of her world on the floor of her dorm room, I drove her home – and I did the laundry.
What uncharted waters we are in. How arrogant I had been to assume that I had this parenting thing down. I was coasting toward the finish line as the mom of a soon to be 21-year old at the top of her game living her best college life leaving my wife and me as happy and quiet empty nesters.
I was eagerly anticipating a family trip to Disney at the end of her spring semester before she started her summer job. My biggest worry was…