It all makes perfect sense to me. You spent the last nine years of your life trying to protect your children from the world. You spent a decade making it your full-time job, and you succeeded. They are amazingly kind human beings. You feel anxious, because you don't want that all to mean nothing. You don't want them hurt. You don't want their innocence lost. This comes out of love for them…but, there’s a love that goes even deeper. The deepest kind of love speaks a truer truth: "They're gonna be hurt. Innocence must be lost. Sit next to them on the ground. Squeeze their hand in the dark. Model how to rise. Continue to show up. Welcome discomfort. Feel the fullness of being human. Trust that you're resilient. Trust that they are too. You are simply a witness to their story. Hold it sacred. It's not yours. THEY are not yours. Bless them on their way."