"In the front pew her brother and sister watched the bride make vows. Five years had passed since all three were under the same roof. There is something untidy about scattered lives after years of being together. Most parents seem to celebrate their children growing up and out; I am the pit bull of motherhood, hanging on to the last fragments of our family intact.
"Intellectually, of course, I understand the inexorability of change. Emotionally, I am without protective calluses. Every departure after college holidays provoked my tears. I do not subscribe to the sentiment that I should rejoice in the absence of the people I love." B. F. Smith, "Mother of the Bride"