I understand this movement of time and the reasons my children must embrace every moment away from us. I understand it, because I used to be that 20-year-old who longed to leave home again, to “adult” as they say. In 1992, I knew my parents mourned my leaving for college. I recognized and felt the tension of their desire that I stay and my strong desire to leave. And I knew that I must leave if I ever wanted to become a whole person. Wholeness. It makes me think of Jesus’ mother, Mary.