Journaling: Each birthday I felt a twinge of sadness at the realization that my little girls were growing up too fast, but they were still young and “grown up” still seemed distant.
I was so proud of Kristin at her high school graduation. It was an exciting time, but the twinge of sadness grew a little stronger. Although she was leaving home, I could tell myself that she wasn't grown up yet, that she was still dependent on us, and that we still had a few more years before she would be on her own.
This year at her college graduation I could deny it no longer. Parents are supposed to work themselves out of a job - and we did. So with pride and sadness we had to let her go, to pursue her own future, realizing that although she's all grown up, she'll always be our little girl.