Nine months ago, I faced one of the toughest moments of motherhood when I sent my oldest son off to college.
Now I’m gearing up for the next crisis: He’s coming home for summer break.
Don’t get me wrong. I’ve missed him, and I’m thrilled to have him back. However, he’s been on his own for nine months doing whatever he wants, whenever he wants. Meanwhile, the rest of us—my husband and two younger children—have settled into a harmonious and structured rhythm. I’m worried that the arrival of our “Hey, I’m an adult now” son may rattle our household.