My good friend says goodbye to her teenage son this week—he’s off to his first year of boarding school. We texted about it briefly last week and when I asked how she felt, she replied: “Like I’m walking a very slow plank.” She delights in his happiness and success because she is a Very Good Mom. But I can feel her sweet, aching bruised heart from down the road.
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