It's May Day!But for me, it's more like, "Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!" Because I need help. Help accepting reality, that is. My baby girl is an adult now. She's 18, and there's nothing I can do to change that fact. She will graduate from high school one month from today. She's all signed up for college and will be heading to Wheaton in August. AND, the other night she came to Brian and I with a declaration of independence. In Elizabeth's sweet and sensitive nature she said, "I need your help. Most of the times when I have an opinion, it's because you two have told me what you think, and I choose to think the same. And I know I need to think on my own now. I also need to do more things on my own. Even though I'm not very good at it, and I don't like to. I need your help to get me to do things on my own." (OK, that's what she said, roughly.) She followed up with some sort of statement about not wanting to hurt our feelings by saying these things. And I thought, Oh, sweetheart. Those words do hurt. But that's OK. You're growing up, and you are becoming independent. All of it is good and right. But it does hurt a little. So, I guess now we sign the document and face the fact that our little girl is, well, not so little anymore. Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!