This week I am stressing out as a daughter is taking finals and will graduate on Saturday.
Hopefully.
A heavy class load, requiring lots of papers to write at the end are causing her concern and me an anxiety attack.
Always a parent, until I die.
I wish I could be there to give her a hug.
I think back more than 30 years to my final semester in college. I took a couple of curses that caused me to lose sleep up to the very end. I survived.
I know she will as well.
It is a part of the process of growing as an adult.
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