A few weeks ago, my 18-year-old daughter was planning a weekend beach trip with friends.
She’s self-reliant, dependable, and not a partier, so I completely trust her to get the job done in situations like this.
I knew she’d be OK, but I still wanted to step in anyway, searching for the perfect hotel and safe beaches for them to visit. I had a pile of work on my desk, unrelated to my daughter’s trip details, but this wasn’t the sort of thing that would usually stop me from helping.
I’ve been the CEO of their lives
When I gave birth to my daughter in 2007, I ended my writing career and became a full-time stay-at-home mom.
It wasn’t really a…
