On my oldest daughters’ 16th birthday, she soloed. The year before I’d gone through her getting her driver’s license and the joy/fear of seeing her back a car out of our driveway and leave on her own.
But that was nothing. Thank GOD my Mom was there with me when my daughter soloed because I could not watch the landing. Takeoff is not so hard, flying is easy, but landing… not so much. As she approached the runway I turned to my Mom and we buried our heads in each other’s shoulders.
Turning over is the first step toward their independence from you… it’s joyful, it’s what you want and what they need but it’s scary as hell sometimes.
.-= Donna B.´s last blog ..Complexity For Complexity’s Sake =-.