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Let him fly (on mothering a teen)

I spent years thinking I had control, over outcomes, over my own survival, over my child’s path. But nothing humbles you faster than raising a 16-year-old young man.

There’s a shift happening. He’s making his own choices, testing his own limits, and I can’t hold the reins the way I once did. My old instincts,hyper-independence, managing, anticipating, flare up, but they don’t fit here. He doesn’t need me to control. He needs me to trust.

This is where my own work meets me. In IFS, we talk about parts, my anxious protector, my problem-solver, my inner Hercules,

but they can’t parent him. They were built for my survival, not his growth.

So I breathe. I remind myself: He’s his own person. He’s figuring it out. I’m here, steady, present, and that’s enough.

Letting go isn’t passive. It’s an active trust in life, in him, in myself.

Letting him FLY 🦅 allows me to SOAR

With love,
Aleks 🤍

Image by Rafael Briff

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