My second child, stepping into independence.
Where has the time gone?
Sitting there, smoking my joint, I could hear the music drifting toward me.
And then, she pulled up in her shiny new "escape mobile."
Have I lost another child to the passage of time, or have I just gained a little more freedom—time to relax and maybe enjoy a moment to unwind?
It’s a bittersweet realization, watching her confidence bloom. I see shades of myself in her determination, her laughter echoing with the same youthful hope I once carried. As she navigates this new chapter, I’m reminded that letting go isn't just about loss—it’s about trusting the seeds I've planted and marveling at the unique individual she’s becoming.
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