As I was catching up on others' posts, I read that having children is about letting them go.
It's been two years and five months since Serenity died. These last five months I am letting Serenity go more and more. As the strangle-hold that grief has on me slowly slackens, I am also able to let the memory of Serenity come and go without pangs of dread, deep sorrow, or guilt. I think of her, but the thoughts are not so intrusive or gut-wrenching as they once were.
Even though Serenity is dead, I still have to practice this truism of parenting. I must let her go off on her own.
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