Roots and wings…

So this morning I dropped DD2 for her first ever work experience. A week assisting my best friend’s office manager. I accompanied her on the train to the CBD, braving rush hour. I’ll pick her up to go home, and then from tomorrow she’s on her own.

This child couldn’t leave the house two years ago without having a panic attack. She’s been through self harm and out the other side.

In all that time I’ve been her rock and her refuge. Is it bad that I’m finding hard to let go? I don’t think so. Just another adjustment…

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