The Boy turned 21 today. The Girl turned 19.
We went down to Charlottesville yesterday to spend Easter with The Boy and celebrate his coming of age. Thanks to the miracle of Skype, The Girl joined us virtually for cake, candles and opening presents. I had sent hers the week before, but the stinker couldn't wait for Sunday, and opened everything the day they came.
It was a good day, although it would have been better if The Girl had been home. It didn't help that there was another earthquake on the west coast this morning. Although the epicenter was in Baja California, The Girl felt it in LA. She talked to Third Dad about it, and appeared pretty nonplussed. I wasn't - seriously, it makes me nervous just thinking about it.
21. Just thinking about this makes my head spin. It'll probably spin right off when The Girl turns 21 in two years.
No one prepares you for this part of parenting. You can find books and classes on all kinds of parenting subjects, but I haven't found one yet that tells us how to parent ourselves through our children's entrance into adulthood.
It's a heck of a lot harder than I expected.