I realize I am not a fan of things changing. N is about to graduate, and I realize that I feel as uncertain as she does — probably more so, actually — about what she’ll do next, and I don’t like it.
And M is nearly halfway done.
I remember when N went to kindergarten. It felt as thought she might as well have gone off to college. And now college is nearly done.
The fact that it’s not my life makes it no less terrifying.