The Hardest Part Is Just Watching The Train

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When my eldest children were two or three, I thought the hardest struggles of parenting were potty training them and getting them to stop biting each other.
When they were 10, I thought that the hard part of parenting was protecting their childhoods from the culture around them that introduced them to adult topics when they were still small-ish children.
When they were 12-13, I thought that the hardest thing I’d do as a parent was to guide them through the changes of puberty with its mood swings, flaring tempers, changing bodies, and first crushes.
When they were 15, I thought it was the heartbreak of mean girls, unrequited love, social pressures, and growing up.
Now they are in their late teens and early twenties, and I’m finding that I was unprepared for the heartache and worry that can come from being the parent of an adult or nearly-adult person

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