Last year I wrote a blog about how we only have 18 summers with our children before they head out on their own. This is the year of my 18th summer with my daughter. I am happy. I am proud. I am sad. I am a little bit of every emotion depending on what is happening at the moment.
We were sorting through pictures to make a board for her graduation party. There were pictures of her in her ballet years, gymnastic years, and of course tons of Irish dance and Disney pictures. I thought of all we have done together as a family. Every other picture is of her with her brother. We are a close family but she is ready to go on to the next step in her life and we are ready to let her go.
So, this summer, our 18th summer, we will be practicing letting go every day. The other night she wanted to stay behind with friends and come home from the Irish Festival later than we did. She asked permission, which I thought was very considerate of her, and of course we said yes because she was getting a ride home with a friend. The next day we told her thank you for asking permission but you are an adult now. These are your decisions. There may be times we have family things scheduled and you should be considerate of those instances, as we have asked you to be part of them, but other than that these things are up to you. I appreciate knowing where she is and when she may come home but other than that…. It is no longer my decision for her.
Letting go… Piece by piece, step by step….