So it's June, the beginning of summer. It's a time of transition. A time when a lot of families move away if that's in their plans.

My daughter's best friend is moving away on Saturday, and my daughter is heartbroken. The tears at bedtime began a couple nights ago, and I'm sure there are more to come.

I've done whatever I could think of to make this situation better... planning play dates so the girls could spend more time together, hosting a surprise goodbye party at my daughter's request, helping her think of a nice gift for her BFF.

Still there's no way around the heartache. They have to just go right through it.

As an adult, with some life experience, I know they'll come through just fine. It's not the end of the world even if it feels like it might be.

As a mom, however, it kills me to see my little girl so sad and not be able to fix it and make it better. This is one of life's harder lessons. Not fun and not fair, but it is what it is... an inevitable part of life. All this mom can do now is be the shoulder to catch the tears.