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6 States Away



So it happened.  My daughter graduated high school and went off to college - six states away.  Not just a college but a Military college. 
(and in a pandemic...) 

I thought I would cry, but I didn't.  

It was as good as it could be. She looked nervous and unsure about the next chapter.  She knows that it will be more difficult and probably the hardest thing she has yet to have done.  She grew up quite comfortable and knows those comforts are gone for now.  

It is all natural and part of letting them grow up.  I am happy for her next chapter and yet a little sad that I won't get to be an active part of it.  

It makes me question all the years of parenting.. did I equip her enough to handle all the things life will throw at her... because I know life comes at you hard some times. 

I know deep down things will be good, but will she have the strength to really preserve when things get tough?  I pray she does and I trust God's hand and plan. I know he's guided her to this spot and she will continued to grow. 

I am lucky parenting never stops and that she will always be my daughter - even when she's six states away. 


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