It’s a precarious tightrope that parents walk: wanting to keep you safe and needing to let you go.
I need to give you enough rope to wander away, but not lose sight of home, yet still enough to pull yourself back home without getting tangled up in the process.
I want to guide you and help you with the circumstances that cross your paths, but I want you to use the tools we’ve given you to try to solve your own problems.
I want to give you freedom to experience things in your young life that will help form your opinions, your relationships and your joy. I want them to be your opinions and not mine, even if they are different from mine.
I can’t be there all the time. The world is a big place. It’s a place of wonder, a place of amazing sights and sounds, and, unfortunately, a place of danger too.
So how do I protect you without smothering you? How do I wait patiently by while you may not make the choices I would choose for you? How do I let you go and hope that you remember everything we’ve taught you? How do I know that you will come home when you get in over your head? How do I know you’ll seek wise counsel, even if it isn’t mine? I have to have faith.
I know you’ll try things you shouldn’t because, like you, I was young and curious once too. I know you’ll make mistakes, because I have, and still do. I pray those mistake can be reversed.
I hope that you find love, but not at the expense of your self. I hope you find success, but not at the expense of love.
So here’s where I have to trust. Here’s where I have to let you make your own decisions, and hope that I’ve equipped you well.
Here’s where I begin to set you free into the world, and hope you remember that you can always come back home.
The door will ALWAYS be open, the table will ALWAYS be set, and I will ALWAYS have the time.