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My daughter Olivia and and I trudged around her London last week – exploring all the places she had made her own during her junior year studying abroad. We stopped at place after place, noting spots she had discovered for herself and made her own. London is a city I have lived in and visited many times, but it was a joyful to re-experience its nooks and crannies through the eyes of Olivia.
She had arrived some months ago, trepidatious and ecstatic all at once…as the young so often are when a new adventure is about to begin. Each passing week brought some new adventure and discovery in her scholastic and personal lives. We would hear of these in our (almost) nightly Facetime visits, and could see how they were beginning to change the way Livy thought about the world and her place in it:
But, to see her in London, her home for the past long months, was to see that growth first hand: to hear it in the lit of her voice, the sparkle in her eyes, the way she guided me from place to place. It had been her adventure, her time to spread her wings and fly. And she had. We raise our children to find their own way and take their place in the world. And when they do, we celebrate.