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My daughter turns 18 in May and starts college in the fall at Ball State University. She begins her journey toward the rest of her life while her mother and I must stand to the side and watch.  We can attempt to guide her, but she will push against us if we try too hard.

I was there when she was born.  Her mother might say otherwise, since labor was long and drawn out and I believe I had fallen asleep when the action started.  But I know I was there as my daughter was born, a small, insignificant person in a large, unfriendly world.

I have tried to be a good father to her and her brother. In some ways I have triumphed and in others I have failed. I should have a closer relationship with both my children, but I do not.  Divorce does that sometimes.

But there is one thing that my daughter should know, one thing that I truly mean.  I am proud of her and most—can’t say all here—of her choices and I am proud of what she wants to do with her life.

I guess that’s how a father should feel.