If I were a baseball player and got a hit every three out of four at bats, I would be the greatest baseball player of all time. In the midst of every day life, parents should remember that.
The third of our four children left for college this weekend. We deposited #2 last week in Atlanta, and #1 just started her graduate program in Warrensburg. We have one left at home, and all signs are that despite the bumps in the road, he'll make it out successfully as well. If I were a baseball player, I'd go straight to the hall of fame.
People ask me if I have started feeling the "empty nest." Well, sure. But when I had children, I moved a lot of the other things in my life out of the nest for the season in life of raising them. I am transitioning out of the child season, and looking forward to what the next season of life will bring. The possibilities are so exciting, it's sometimes hard to remember feel sad as the current season draws to a close.
So what will it take to be a good hitter in the next phase?
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