When Letting Go is Right But Still Breaks Your Heart is the follow-up piece to When Letting Go Means Leaning into Mystery.
This has been rather an emotional week for my essays. Two days in a row (yesterday: The Things Teenagers Leave Behind) about boarding school and some of the hardest choices we’ve made over the years? I didn’t plan it that way, timing is up to my editors. But maybe it is appropriate. My grandmother passed away last Friday and my camera and lenses were stolen on Saturday. This is a week of being wrung out through life and my own words.
This was another challenging piece to write. Not only because some of these things happened long ago but because they are dear to my heart, so much a part of our family and our identity, and because I know not all our choices look normal, right, or even healthy to some.
This essay is about an almost-serious accident our first day in Somalia, about our emergency evacuation, about boarding school. It is about the times letting go is an accident, is forced upon us, and is something painful we choose. It is about relinquishing control and learning to trust.
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