faith2dea

I felt another cutting-of-the-cord detachment as I walked away from my frequent-flyer child at the airport security line early this morning. The lady at check-in hadn't given me a parent pass to accompany my son, who is now 6 feet tall, and I hadn't thought of asking for one.  I expected all the feels to arise, especially since he has no phone to keep us connected along his journey. But that is only a distraction. Times have changed, yes, but I recall airports looking exactly the same twenty-plus years ago. In my young adult era, I traveled alone, domestic and international, without a phone or the need to immediately inform loved ones of safe arrival. It was back in the day, and my family was so used to coming and going. Long-distance phone calls were not free; therefore were not required. As far as I was concerned, the panic button was not flashing red on the dashboard like it is today. As a parent, sending my teen off like this may be hard, but it also strengthens my faith. I...