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This morning, I watched my youngest pack a duffel bag for college. He tossed in a hoodie I’d just washed, not knowing I’d pressed my face into it first, breathing in the last of his boy-smell. I didn’t cry until the driveway was empty. That’s the trick of 50: you feel everything twice as deep but show half as much.

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To be seen. To be a little reckless. To let my kids find their own way without me patching every hole. To remember what my own laugh sounds like when no one needs me for anything. This morning, I watched my youngest pack a