burnt
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You wouldn't want it any other way. Eventually these little ones that come into our homes outgrow their shoes, their clothes, their games and everything else that little kids need and want.
And as long as they are healthy and motivated, that "out-growing" would include their dependency on Mom and Dad.
Oh, you know it's coming sooner or later. The day that first kid moves out of our home and into his/her own place. You might even think you look forward to it.
Well in a way, one does. Because it's a normal healthy part of life. And if we are really fortunate, the move-out happens in a planned, peaceful and productive manner!
So if this should be a positive occasion, what the heck is this ripping sensation in the middle of my chest when our girl passed this milestone today?
She met all the criterion listed above for the best way to have this happen. She is highly intelligent, well trained for her new nursing job, very dependable, very strong and positive in her outlook, everything a dad could want in his daughter. And most of all, she is a devout Christian girl who knows her Savior.
So I know she will be O.K. on her own. But geez why didn't the delivery room nurse warn me about this day when our first and only daughter came into this world 23 years ago? She just wrapped her in a blanket and handed her to us and said there you go, here's your girl!
Where did the years go?
She was right at my elbow for years, whether in the barn or the field. Lately though, as she was developing her independence more all the time, she would keep more distance between us. In fact, I even started referring to her as "The Hostile One"! :lol:
But now the distance in measured in miles rather than feelings or relationship as she has found a place closer to where she is working. We won't see that little silver Echo come zipping in our driveway nearly as often anymore. (I often wondered if this was the time she would go crashing right into the garage because she drove in so fast)
Man I'm proud of her.
But the pride is tinged with a fair stab of pain, too, the pain of separation. Even though I know she will be back from time to time. But this is different.
So here's the caption - The Pride and the Pain. But the picture is kinda blurry. As I'm sure many others have seen it too. And wouldn't have it any other way.
Pass me a Kleenex, please.
And as long as they are healthy and motivated, that "out-growing" would include their dependency on Mom and Dad.
Oh, you know it's coming sooner or later. The day that first kid moves out of our home and into his/her own place. You might even think you look forward to it.
Well in a way, one does. Because it's a normal healthy part of life. And if we are really fortunate, the move-out happens in a planned, peaceful and productive manner!
So if this should be a positive occasion, what the heck is this ripping sensation in the middle of my chest when our girl passed this milestone today?
She met all the criterion listed above for the best way to have this happen. She is highly intelligent, well trained for her new nursing job, very dependable, very strong and positive in her outlook, everything a dad could want in his daughter. And most of all, she is a devout Christian girl who knows her Savior.
So I know she will be O.K. on her own. But geez why didn't the delivery room nurse warn me about this day when our first and only daughter came into this world 23 years ago? She just wrapped her in a blanket and handed her to us and said there you go, here's your girl!
Where did the years go?
She was right at my elbow for years, whether in the barn or the field. Lately though, as she was developing her independence more all the time, she would keep more distance between us. In fact, I even started referring to her as "The Hostile One"! :lol:
But now the distance in measured in miles rather than feelings or relationship as she has found a place closer to where she is working. We won't see that little silver Echo come zipping in our driveway nearly as often anymore. (I often wondered if this was the time she would go crashing right into the garage because she drove in so fast)
Man I'm proud of her.
But the pride is tinged with a fair stab of pain, too, the pain of separation. Even though I know she will be back from time to time. But this is different.
So here's the caption - The Pride and the Pain. But the picture is kinda blurry. As I'm sure many others have seen it too. And wouldn't have it any other way.
Pass me a Kleenex, please.
