This past Monday, my newly minted college graduate daughter moved across the country to start her post-college life in Palo Alto, California. She’s facing lots of new things on this adventure: new work, new friendships, new town, new car, new apartment. She’s pumped. I’m... okay.
But, as much as I already miss her and worry about her (hey, I get to do that—I’m the mom), I know all of these new encounters represent growth. And growth means “bigger and better,” or at least that’s the hope.