It's difficult to believe that the little girl teetering around the coffee table would grow up and move away. That little life that depended on you for her very existence would reach a point where she really would be her own person and not necessarily need you for survival. That, of course is how every parent sees their child. Needing them, dependent. Picturing that little girl all grown up, independant, making life's decisions, is difficult to fathom. When the decision is made to leave the home for another place with other people that replace the nuclear family, it knocks the wind out of you. Even though the ultimate goal of parenting, raising your child to be self-sufficient and productive, is known from birth, when the moment arrives it's quite unreal. It's rather like slamming your fingers in a car door. It hurts a lot. I can only hope that the future is bright and her ambition is sparked by this transition to independence. God has wonderful plans for her!
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