Part of growing up is making mistakes and dealing with the consequences. But you never let me make my mistakes. How can I learn when you’re always there over my shoulder nagging me and making sure I don’t fall over and hurt myself? I really do appreciate that you’re looking out for me, but I really think that you need to let me venture on my own and be independent. When I’m 30 years old I don’t want to have to need you guys all the time, I want to be able to solve my own problems and live my own life.
If I get caught by the cops speeding, let me find a way to pay off that ticket. If I get to school late and get an unexcused tardy, let me deal with those repercussions. If I go to a party and get ridiculously drunk and pass out somewhere, let me deal with my hangover and my mess. Let me learn from my mistakes. I want firsthand experience with these things no matter what happens. How will I survive?
I’ll always be your little girl at heart, but you need to let your little girl grow up or she won’t make it in this world.
