A Season Of Lasts
We all get one — that season where everything is a last. Sometimes you see it coming. Sometimes it blindsides you. Either way, there's something in it worth learning.
Last week I sent my kid off to high school for the last first time. Last parent football meeting. Last gridiron moms' event. And I've spent the week holding space for a lot of crying mothers — women staring down an empty nest, unsure who they are on the other side of it. I'm one of them.
Here's what I keep coming back to: the number one regret people carry is their final interaction with someone they loved. The party they spent…
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