My daughter recently started her freshman year of high school. Yeah. I know. If you have been following this column for some time, you may remember that I first wrote about her in 2020 when the COVID-19 pandemic kept us apart.

As she navigates this new, exciting and anxiety-inducing phase of her life, I can’t help but think of how time has gone by so quickly. I can still vividly recall when I held her in the hospital. She came three months early. She literally fit in the palms of my hands. It doesn’t feel like yesterday, but it doesn’t feel like 14 years ago, either.

My daughter is growing from a young girl to a young woman. The very thought makes me both happy and sad. But in my sadness, I rely on Kahlil Gibran’s words in “The Prophet”: ” Your children are not your children. They are t

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