Sometimes restraint isnât active at all.
Itâs passive.
Itâs keeping myself from doing the thing that will leave me more exhausted than if Iâd just let it be.
And if youâre parenting teenagersâ
you know the restraint of not saying.
So many urges.
So much self-control.
(So much growth happening anyway.)
We all know the truism:
Donât do for someone what they can do for themselves.
But the lived version is harder.
Because if we breach it, we donât just helpâwe coddle.
We enable.
We quietly train people to depend on us.
The hard part isnât knowing that this is true.
Itâs knowing how much to step back.
And when.
Most of the time, maturity is waiting just on the other side of the lesson theyâre inâ
with another lesson right behind it.
Life isnât predictable.
And neither is growth.
But when we return independence to a child right on time,
we donât abandon them.
We free them.
To learn.
To adapt.
To become.