This is my last column at Literary Mama, marking a journey of nearly two years since I began mothering from afar. I had hoped that by now I'd have everything under control and would know exactly how our story will turn out in the end so that this last column could be like a vast Lego city that stretches into the future, with me and my kids as tiny Lego people heading off together into a happy rainbow-colored Lego sunset. But I gave away all my Legos and I don't have a map of our path into the future. I'm a psychic without a crystal ball with which to scry my own destiny.
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