It's only 8 at night, and when our 16-year-old son rambles home, we pounce. "Want to grab ice cream?" I invite. "What about a movie?" says my husband. Our son stares at us, impassive.
"I'm going to…bed," he says, and my husband and I exchange glances. We know that "going to bed" is code word for I'm-going-into-my-room-and-shutting-the-door-and-staying-up-for-hours-without-you. I hear the door close and even though my son is right upstairs, I miss him. And I know that he's going off to college in two years and I'm going to miss him… >> Read More