I’ve started again, aimlessly walking laps. Due to the heat, my marathon lap training has taken to the indoors. No one notices me as long as there’s an Astros game on and I don’t cross in front of the tv. There is so much to do. And yet, here I am walking in circles. Two days until we leave to move her to college. I paused at the bottom of the stairs yesterday to relish a Mozart aria drifting down from her voice lesson above. The last voice lesson that I will be privy to for who knows how long. From now on, other souls, strangers, will be her audience. And this is the right thing, because these strangers will become her mentors, friends, and closest allies as she follows this yellow brick road of her dreams. But it’s hard for me to let go and realize that I am no longer that person who has the front row seat, the backstage pass, and the behind-the-scenes access. As moms, we have devoted YEARS of our lives to THEIR lives…countless hours driving them to practices, rehearsals, l...