Lauren is my second youngest. Fifteen, that's how "young" she is, which doesn't feel very young at all. This week she went to New York on an orchestra trip. I dropped her off at three in the morning. We were right on time, so I thought it was unusual that there weren't too many cars lined up yet. But the closer I got, I saw the students lined up out the door as they waited for their bags to be checked. Where were all the parents standing around in the cold, grumpy and impatient waiting for them to board the bus? I looked at Lauren and asked, "Am I supposed to drop you off and let you go - just like that? Do you want me to wait?" She smiled and said, "No, that's okay. It's going to be real quick. Don't worry, we'll get on the bus in time." Okaaaaay... but I wasn't really worried about that. It just felt so weird. When she was in kindergarten, every single day we stood outside the door, her tiny hand i