Hey Judy,

How do you mend your kid’s broken heart?

I’ve called for those check ins only a mom can make. Two weeks in and it’s better. Plans are made to move on. There’s a lilt to the voice that wasn’t there before.

Invitations to come home for dinner are still left unanswered, but home is here when it’s needed. We’re only a short drive away.

What do you do other than hope from afar that everything will be okay? We all know it’s a growing experience. It’s wading through the muck where the learning happens.

Sincerely,

Ally