"I'm learning to be a daughter-in-law, too," she replied, and there was a genuine softness in her voice that I hadn't heard before.
I realize now that by trying to control my son’s life, I was actually pushing him away. By trying to be his everything, I was ensuring I would eventually become nothing to him. True love isn't about holding on until your knuckles turn white; it's about opening your hand and trusting that what you’ve built is strong enough to survive the distance.