Today the daughter got out of bed without being yelled at, ate breakfast, made herself a sandwich, and went to her first day of high school -- she is in the ninth grade.
Of course I felt older and crustier than ever before, but I was proud that all was progressing as planned.
My role in her continued development will be to ineffectually remind her to clean her room. I had my chance to influence her upbringing, but, I guess, that day is past.
Here is the video of the historic moment: