Alex has admitted many-a-time that she has FOMO (“fear of missing out”).
When she was little and went out, she’d ask, “What will you be doing, Mommy?”
I usually replied, “Going to the bank then taking a nap” (those were the two most boring things in the world to her, and I didn’t want her to think I might dare have fun without her).
She knew when she moved away for college or university, she’d have no choice but to miss out on some things. But this one hit her hard: