I can’t seem to quit worrying about my son. He’s in his first year of college, having a lot of ups and downs (which, I suppose, is to be expected), and who is, by all reports, partying pretty hard. (Also to be expected, I’m sure.)
He’s pretty closed off to talking about any of this, but I feel that it’s important that his dad and I approach him about it. I keep playing over in my mind what we should say to him.
This is what I’m obsessing over this morning.
