*sits and has a little weep*

So, my kid is at college picking out classes.

This means I did it right, huh?

(And, hey, I cried at the first day of kindergarten. First steps. First birthday. I cried when high school was over. The first dance. The first breakup. The first driver's license. It's my job to cry. It's in the contract under pride because she's growing up and heartbreak because she's growing up and extreme, overwhelming thankfulness to the universe because in a worse world, I might have missed this.)