My oldest daughter moved into her own apartment last week.
She’s exceptionally skilled at crafting a beautiful environment that draws people in and I’m excited for this satellite of our family that is being established in our city center.
But it’s not easy for me to know how to feel when my kids pass major milestones.
I’m wired to focus almost exclusively on the future.
Is it really necessary to grieve the past?
Maybe my wife grieves enough for both of us.
Watching your kids grow up is so strange.
It’s like they are continually dying and being reborn.
Gone are those cute tiny people that acted in such innocent ignorance.
Present are these adultish individuals filled with their own interests and ideas.
I do miss those adorable littles but as complex and confusing as mature kids can be, I am truly more excited and invested in who they are now and who they are still becoming.
We must remember we are raising adults not children.
Kids are a lot of fun but they don’t take and keep territory for the King.
So, my beloved daughter, fulfill the meaning of your name and be a dangerous warrior in service to the Kingdom.
“Let this be the hour when we draw swords together. Fell deeds awake.”
You’ve got this!
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