One of the hardest parts of being a parent, for me, is stepping back and letting go. I know my children can do certain things, but I still often step in and take over. I try very hard not to, but sometimes I can’t seem to help myself.
Some days I need to walk out of the room to allow them the freedom to figure it out on their own.
Then the day happens when my sweet baby girl gets an invitation for her first sleep over. I ask if she wants to go, she shouts “YES!” and pumps her fist. I’ve only slept away from her three times since she was born. Twice when Agatha needed surgery, and once when I did. I had no choice. Today I had a choice, and I wanted to hold her tight and keep her home. She’s my baby girl and the world is a great big, scary place!
Except I don’t really believe that, and I’m raising my children not to believe that.
I said yes. I didn’t pump my fist, but I said yes.
I also gave her my cell phone and made sure she knew how to use it. I talked to her about what to do if she felt uncomfortable, or scared. And sent her on her way.
She brought her doll, a snuggly, and a book. She said she’d be fine.
I dropped her off. She ran over to her friend and didn’t look back.
I didn’t want to leave, but I said goodbye to the air, and walked away.
It’s the hardest part of parenting. But it’s the most important. Our job is to show our children the edge, and let them fly.