Labor Pains That Last Forever

Well, it's here. Finally my daughter, K finally hit 21 on this past Friday and I find myself halfway depressed. The other half of me is proud of her that I could burst. Letting go is the hardest thing in the world to do, and I haven't quite decided if I can or if I am ready to let go of my first born. I guess a Mother is never really ready. That being said, I do want her to spread her wings and fly. I would never want to hold her back. Thank God, she has never been boy crazy and is just now in her first serious relationship, which in itself has been a struggle for me. It has taken me a year to accept the relationship. He's a little older than her. I have come to realize now after alot of soul searching that I was seeing him as the person that could take her away from me and also as the person that has the potential of breaking my baby's heart in two. I have come to the point that I have decided that I have got to trust enough in the job I have done as her Mother in raising her. I have to trust that she know what she's doing. Although she may have seen alot of turmoil while I was married to her Father, I have been remarried for almost 15 years. She has definately seen what a good, stable relationship looks like. K is beautiful, inside and out.