It’s one of those days where my parenting skills are challenged. Both the offspring are off on adventures, both have done all the prep for these adventures themselves. Bags are packed, travel plans are made and everyone is being independent. This is good. Both my offspring are teenagers, one is an adult legally. Them learning how to prepare and then leave me to go on adventures is the sign that the parenting has gone well so far.
The challenge is that I am finding it quite hard to not be involved. I have not been able to resist checking on water and suncream, my excuse is that it is unusually hot, but I have stopped myself from checking anything else. One is off to London. We live in the second city, so he has some knowledge of how to get around a city and a few tube rides in the wrong direction hurt no one.
The other offspring is off on his Duke of Edinburgh Bronze expedition. Again, apart from the obvious safety point of making sure he has liquid and sun protection in what promises to be two hot sunny days, he has packed and organised all his own stuff. As he should – the point of the award is independence, organisation and planning.
All of this sense is my head though, my heart is struggling. It is what it is, a phase of pushing them on to discover themselves. All the while feeling out of sorts as it is the opposite of what the instincts tell me to do. But I know in my heart that stopping them from making mistakes will only do them huge damage later. This is their life, I have the honour of watching them unfold, but not living them for them. Here’s to independence.