I am the mother of an almost-18-year-old. This having an almost-grown kid is hard stuff, y’all. Remember those days of sweetness, when your little girl cried every time you dropped her off at Sunday School? Or how about those days when you longed to go to the grocery store (or the bathroom) ALONE? My mamma told me those days would pass quick as lightning and that one day I would look back on them with longing.

She was right.