Surprisingly, neither my baby girl nor I shed a tear when the time came to leave her at college.
Despite being a confident man who’s never been ashamed to express my emotions, and despite my daughter’s ability to cry with the best of them, no tears flowed that day.
We make a strong team.
Our task of getting her moved in had been completed, leaving little else for us to do. We could both feel time running out on the game clock.
We hugged, I waited, and still, no tears.
It was undoubtedly an emotional experience, and I didn’t want to let her go at that moment, but the emotional floodgates remained sealed.
How is this possible?
My daughter and I have since talked about that moment, finding no regrets or lingering “shoulda, coulda, woulda” thoughts.
This, I believe, is the best explanation for the absence of tears. We have a strong bond, and the idea of losing touch is out of the question.
I had played my role as a dad to the fullest.
Over our years together, especially during our 15 summers, I had poured as much wisdom as possible into her to prepare her for all facets of life.
As I reflect on that day, I realize that our relationship transcends physical proximity. My daughter is ready to face the world on her terms, and I am here, cheering her on from afar.
Our connection remains timeless, which is the most incredible comfort to me.
