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Raising Independent Daughters Dec. 31, 2009 Today I drove Sophie to the airport where she caught a flight - with two lay-overs - to France. We moved back to the States 14-days ago, yesterday we finally decided on a new home, today she's gone to pick up the dog, Jeffrey - who has been in the loving *cross fingers* arms of some very hot dude (uh, I mean French friend) of Sophie's. Jeffrey is our 3 1/2-year-old shitzu. We got him from the pound in Vegas. He's a pure breed with papers... worthless papers since the pound chopped of his manhood. Jeffrey is part of the family, but Sophie's dog. It is very nice to see that Sophie is taking responsibility when it comes to ensuring Mr. Higgins (Jeffrey's full name is Jeffrey Higgins) returns home safely. Of course, it also allows her to spend this crucial Christmas break time with her French friends with whom she has become very close. The other day Sophie or I mentioned to someone that she would be returning to France. The woman was very surprised that such a young person would be traveling alone. Sophie and I looked at each other like... huh... okay. I'm done parenting. All decisions are Sophie's now. She can listen or not, it's her choice since she is over 18. I like trusting her, allowing her her rightful freedom and watching her grow. I'm done. Now she's on her own... with me right here and fully backing her. We are going through a new rites of passage, a new transition. I like it. I've done my job and I'm ready to watch Sophie fly. I'm here for her, but it's her life. I've taught her everything she needs to know to make her own way in life. She is fully capable of being a productive member of society... and honestly, isn't that really what our jobs are as parents? 
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