It’s Okay to Not Be Okay
I think there is a strange expectation that if your life is good, you should always feel good. If you have beautiful things, people you love, a home you’ve built, children you’re proud of, and a life you once prayed for, then you should be able to handle whatever comes next with a smile. So I’ve been smiling. I’ve been saying I’m okay. I’ve been making jokes about my daughter moving out. I’ve acted excited. I’ve talked about her new place, her new chapter, her independence. And I am excited for her. I really am. But I’m also not okay. And I think it’s important to say that out loud. Yesterday, my daughter got her keys to her very first place. And I broke down. I cried for her. I cried for me. I cried because this is what we spend all those years preparing them for. We raise them to become independent. We teach them to make decisions, take care of themselves, and build lives of their own. And then one day, they actually do it. Like really, the nerve of them to go out and be t...