October 10, 2011
21 today. Passing landmarks in life always seems to be a moment for nostalgia, for looking at old photographs and remembering the children that my now adult offspring used to be. They did not live the life I intended when we started out and they have not become the people that I imagined they might be. They have, instead, become themselves and live a life of their own creation. The need to make things perfect, to protect them from life's difficulties, has passed. Though I fancied myself as indispensable they manage perfectly well without me. My work here is done.