Her size XL t-shirt hung six inches below her tush, swallowing up her 5’ 2” frame. “I’m going out back to find a tree branch for my wall art.” I wanted to bite my tongue, but gut-deep momma instinct wouldn’t allow me. “Please put some shorts on first.” You see, beneath the hanging cotton tee was a tiny bum covered only by some Calvin Klein’s. My youngest, now 20-years-old, loves to walk around at home in extra-long shirts. It’s just her thing. Egad. We were moving her into her first house, a rental we picked up for her as she … Continue reading Struggling in the Space Between Mothering and Letting Go