10/08/2026
My daughter just turned 17. My son is about to turn 20.
And apparently, we're entering the phase of motherhood where I'm supposed to let them figure s**t out for themselves.
Ummm...excuse me?!
I've spent nearly two decades fixing things. Solving problems. Making things better. Being the person they come to when something goes wrong.
And now I'm supposed to just... watch?
I know they need to make their own decisions. Their own mistakes. Find their own solutions.
I WANT that for them!
But knowing what's best for them and convincing my mama brain to stay the hell out of it are two VERY different things.
Nobody tells you how hard it is to go from fixing everything to being the person they can call while they figure it out.
I'm still learning.
And occasionally biting my tongue to keep from interfering.
T**s up, ladies!