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I am happy to report that I have survived yet another college move-in day, this time for my No. 2 daughter and No. 3 child, Adelaide Frances Faulkenberry. Surviving is not the same as thriving. I am in the stage of eating all the strawberry mochis left in the freezer--a treat she introduced me to and we shared together almost nightly--along with breaking myself from the habit of being served hot tea by her at bedtime, with fresh mint from the plant that now sits on the window sill in her dorm room, bringing fresh fragrance there and soaking up new light.

Whoever said it gets easier with each child who leaves the nest is lying. Or perhaps they are speaking their own truth as opposed to attempting universal truth. Like those mothers who say you forget the pain of ch

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