I recently had a life wake-up call. It wasn’t an accident, health crisis or anything else of that magnitude. In fact, nothing out-of-the-ordinary happened at all. My wake-up call was simply this: It occurred to me that my eldest child is now ten. And, with that, came the realization that over half of my official parenting is over. Done. For better or for worse, irreversible. And that gave me pause.
