I used to think that raising a toddler was the hardest thing in the world, but now that my daughter is 18-years-old and is spreading her wings, I have to say this may be even harder.
I could never imagine the day she would be preparing to spread her wings and fly off to college, yet here we are.As I write this, tears are falling down my cheeks.
She is my BABY. However, she is not my baby anymore. I mean, she will always be my baby, but now my baby will be on her own and it’s scary.
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