im not sure if meg's ready to go but a plane just flew overhead. im thinking that's a Sign.
will you miss me, mommy, asked meggie wistfully, my baby who i recognised from birth as being so much like me.
honey, i said gently, you're 22.
it's not that i won't miss her... it's that i know it's time for her to go. every fledgling has to fly. i'm lucky, in that my love for solitude and space means that i anticipate my empty nest more than a lot of other women i know. and now that i've been a mother for nearly 30 years, i've come to understand that this is a job that never really ends - the breaks just get longer.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.