Parenting is the art of holding tight while learning to release, a paradox as ancient as time.  We bring children into the world, yet their souls arrive already stamped with a future we cannot inhabit.  They sleep in rooms we painted, wear clothes we chose, speak words we taught, but their dreams glow with colors from a palette we have never seen.  This is the tender ache of generational love: to nurture beings destined for worlds beyond our own.