Growing Up and Moving Out.

"Mom, have you seen my new shirt? Dad can you please fix my window - it's jammed!" My parents - my heroes. They were just a door down the hall and never too far away. Whether it was repairing my window, or doing my laundry, my parents had been my backbone my whole life. As my spine curved toward adulthood and I hesitantly waved farewell to my teenage years, I was pressed with the grueling task of moving out on my own. Could I take my parents with me? No - moving out just wasn't about leaving behind the Barbie's and the frilly fuchsia bed spread, it was about growing my own backbone, even…