Sometimes, I ask my kids a lot of questions. How was your day? Where are you going? Who will be there? What are you going to do? What time will you be home? They’re older now, and I know sometimes it probably feels like an interrogation. I get it. But the truth is, most of the time, I’m just trying to make conversation. I’m trying to find little openings into lives that used to automatically include me. When they were little, I knew everything. I knew what they ate for lunch and who they sat next to at school. I knew what made them mad at recess and what they were excited about the next day. I knew their friends, their teachers, their schedules, their worries. I didn’t have to ask as many questions because I was simply there for most of it. But as their worlds grow, my role in those worlds gets smaller. And that’s really hard. It’s also exactly what’s supposed to happen. We took P’s senior photos this weekend. Well, technically, it was senior photo shoot #3, because when your mom is a ...