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Watching Grass Grow

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Her shoulders are sun-kissed from the blazing sun.

Her nose bares tiny new freckles.

The sparkle in her eyes speaks of stories I’ll never hear.

The new confidence in her stride declares a change.

I spent 84.5 hours away from my oldest child. The longest separation for both of us.

I wasn’t there to help her fix her hair. I wasn’t there to monitor her decisions. I wasn’t there.

But she didn’t need me to control every choice. She didn’t need me to parent every moment.

She grew in my absence.

And this is just the beginning.

Parenting is a lot like gardening. We prepare the soil purposefully. We tend the plants carefully. We watch prudently. We protect from weeds actively.

But we don’t see the daily growth.

Until we step away.

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