You want me to make good decisions;
I do. Sometimes my choices
aren't always in line with yours, but
that doesn't mean I am not capable.
You say you're afraid I'll make mistakes;
I know I'll make my share, more than a few.
Tell me how am I ever to succeed
without trial and error and freedom to learn.
You think I want to be in control;
what I really need is your support.
You've taught me to think and act for myself;
now you need to learn how to trust me.
What appears to be all about this teen
is also about you as my parent.
If your hope is that one day I will learn to fly,
then you must also learn when it is time to let go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem