It seemed not so long ago that our whole family drove my eldest daughter to university as a freshman. It was very hot, and the dormitory did not have air conditioning. We felt bad that it seemed uncomfortable in her room. It was a vast campus, physically, academically, culturally and spiritually. And she could have gotten lost in it. But she did not seem too concerned.
When we left her campus without her, it hurt terribly. It was as if a part of us had been torn away, leaving behind a big gaping hole. We knew we weren’t losing a daughter. She was growing up and it was necessary for her to learn to be independent. But it was hard not to be miserable.
Four years later, she has now graduated. She has already got a great job, and is making arrangements to enter graduate school. On the day of her commencement, it was cold, windy and raining. But we were elated. The weather could not have dampened our spirits. A milestone had been established. A test successfully passed. At some points, it was as if she was floating on air.
It was not all plain sailing in those four years. At times she had to overcome setbacks and obstacles. But God had kept her safe, and picked her up when it was needed. It is a great feeling watching her grow up.