My youngest daughter turns twenty-four today. She is having a difficult time finding her way right now, which means I am struggling along with her. She is independent enough to want to do it all on her own but still too young to realize that we all need support from someone or something. As her mother, I am in the tough place of wanting to fix it all for her and at the same time, knowing that I can't. And that I shouldn't, even if I could. So we both just keep talking and crying and laughing and loving, and trying to see the life that just keeps happening all around us, for better and for worse.