I stood there, speechless, both relieved and a little ashamed. My daughter looked at me with her wide, astonished eyes:
“Mom, is everything alright?”
I stammered a “yes, yes, perfect” before closing the door, red as a peony.
And in the hallway, I burst out laughing. A nervous laugh at first, then a laugh of relief, almost of tenderness.
I had just understood something essential: our teenagers are not always where we expect them to be. Sometimes, they surprise us — and often, for the better.
Learning to let go (even when it’s difficult)
That day, I learned a real lesson in trust. Of course, my daughter is growing up, discovering friendship, love, and companionship. But she’s doing it at her own pace, with disarming innocence and sincerity.
What if our role as parents, ultimately, was also to accept that we can’t control everything? To let them live their experiences, while remaining a reassuring presence, ready to listen without judging.
Since then, I always knock before entering her room. Not because I’m afraid of being caught, but because I want to show her that I respect her. And, in a way, that I trust her.
