What I saw took my breath away: my daughter, sitting on the floor, headphones on, passionately explaining math formulas to her friend, who was completely engrossed in a notebook. Around them, a battlefield of sticky notes, markers, and an untouched plate of homemade cookies.
A scene that puts everything into perspective.
I stood there speechless, relieved and a little embarrassed at the same time. My daughter looked at me with her big, astonished eyes:
“Mom, are you okay?” I mumbled a “yes, yes, perfect” before closing the door, red as a tomato.
And in the hallway, I burst out laughing. A nervous laugh at first, then a laugh of relief, almost tenderness.
I had just understood something essential: our teenagers aren’t always where we expect them to be. Sometimes, they surprise us, and often in a good way.
Learning to let go (even when it’s difficult).
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