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Paradox of Parenting

Our whole life is spent bringing up and nurturing our children to become self-contained, independent and confident young people. We try to prepare them for life's challenges, to fly the coop and make a place in the sun.
and One day the moment arrives when they are ready to leave the nest and it takes my breath away.
separation is sudden and jarring and overwhelming.
on a logical level this is the moment I prepared him and myself but on an emotional level I am nowhere near ready to let him go.
And letting him go, I must.
And I thank the Internet Gods for Facebook, Snapchat and Instagram where I can secretly stalk him and watch over him from afar and screen-shoot every picture he decides to share with me.

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