The moving truck sits at the curb, filled with boxes, clothes, and books. I find myself standing beside my husband, watching as if the truck might take off at any moment. My body feels rooted, yet my thoughts are racing ahead, imagining my daughter’s journey from our home in Austin to Los Angeles. She’s 18 and preparing for a gap year before college, taking on an internship and stepping into independence. As I stand there, a whirlwind of emotions washes over me—excitement, apprehension, curiosity, happiness, and a hint of fear. It’s a blend of feelings that surely deserves its own name.
Amid the chaos, a few pressing thoughts bubble to the surface:
How is this even allowed?
Are we truly okay with our 18-year-olds living on their own? What wisdom does an 18-year-old possess? My daughter can’t even remember to load the dishwasher—how will she manage bills or excel at work or school when she’s still figuring things out? If only she had more time to grow. Wouldn’t 30 be a more appropriate age for this leap?
Did I teach her enough?
Did I read the right parenting books? Did I follow their advice or dismiss it? Did I provide her with enough guidance while allowing her the freedom to learn from her own mistakes? Did I inform her adequately about important matters? Did I show her the value of hard work and self-worth?
Will she be okay?
Will she make lasting friendships? Will she thrive at her internship? Will she navigate L.A. traffic safely? Will she call for an Uber when needed? Will she remain steadfast in her beliefs while being open to growth? Will she find a passion that makes her everyday life meaningful? Will she experience love and connection?
As my husband and I hold hands in that driveway, our daughter returns from an errand, only to accidentally bump her dad’s car into mine while navigating around the moving truck. My husband and I exchange a knowing glance, embracing tightly.
This complex mix of emotions feels familiar—like the day I brought my children home from the hospital. My daughter is my stepdaughter, so I didn’t experience that moment with her, but the emotions were the same with her younger sisters—an exhilarating blend of joy, worry, and curiosity as we strapped them into their car seats. I often wondered then: How can this be permitted? Will I be enough for them?
Parenting encapsulates all these feelings—an overwhelming love for someone who is simultaneously an extension of you and completely their own person. Every day since their birth has been a love story intertwined with the bittersweet process of letting go. It’s a love that runs deeper than anything outside of marriage.
This isn’t our daughter’s first mishap in her dad’s car. Soon, we’ll be searching for a new vehicle—one that won’t see teenage drivers for a while. At least there are some advantages to this letting go.
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In summary, as parents, we often grapple with the emotions tied to our children’s independence. Watching them embark on their journeys brings a mix of pride and apprehension, reminding us that it’s a constant process of loving them while letting them grow into their own identities.