05/29/2026
Today the road split in two directions. And my heart along with it.
My son's groom dinner was north.
My daughter's medical emergency was south.
I was sitting almost exactly in the middle when the call came.
One road led to a once-in-a-lifetime celebration.
The other led to a scared daughter whose kidney failure symptoms were getting worse while she was far from home.
So I turned the car around.
But tears were literally running down my cheeks as I did.
Not because I didn't know what choice to make.
Because sometimes life doesn't hand you clean choices.
Sometimes it hands you two people you love at the exact same time and says:
"Choose where you're needed most."
Some decisions just hurt no matter which direction you choose.
And people looking from the outside may never fully understand the weight behind certain choices because some things go deeper than you can explain in a Facebook post.
And honestly?
The last few weeks have felt a lot like that.
But maybe that's what the road is teaching me.
I started this journey thinking it was a gap year.
An adventure.
A chance to wander.
What I'm learning is that there is no such thing as a gap year for parents.
Not when your kids need you.
Not when life happens.
Not even when they're grown.
And the truth is...
I wouldn't want it any other way.
Of all the things I've done in my life, being a mom is one of my greatest honors.
Right behind being Nana.
Apparently that job doesn't come with vacation days either.