I forgot how much I loved Wilson Phillips until I blasted it this morning on the way to Vacation Bible School. I tried to explain to Pumpkin what an amazing song this was and get her to fist pump to "some day, somebody's gonna make you want to turn around and say goodbye (say goodbye)...." She looked at me like I was crazy and asked me to turn it to Kidz Bop's version of Iggy Azalea. I tried. When I turned on and tuned out the K-I-D-Z, I started thinking about holding on. Parenting, I've discovered, is about a fine line of holding on and letting go. Like a see-saw. Holding on to their baby-ness while letting go as they test their wings. For other analyses, see all other deep (or mid-thigh high) posts I have attempted in the past. The "holding on" I was thinking about today had more to do with my sanity. In other words, in this context letting go would be a problem. These days I feel like I'm having to hold on extra tight not to lose it comp