Our nest is now empty. It’s so weird.

For the last 24 years, I’ve known where at least one of my children was every single day. I heard about all the things that happened, and was a sounding board for ideas, a comforting hug when injustice struck, a cheerleader for every accomplishment big or small. Now we are still that, but at a distance that seems so strange I’m still figuring out what the right balance is.

Winter Prosapio is a writer, a wife, and a working mom of two girls, two cats, and one ridiculously enthusiastic terrier mix.

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