Because I love you, my daughter, I will not hover.
I will let you explore, dig in the dirt, get your feet wet, and get messy.
I want you to feel the bark of a tree, smell the beautiful scent of flowers, and run your hands through the grass.
I want you to explore the outdoors on your own terms.
Instead of hovering, I will keep a watchful eye from the deck and if you do need my help, call to me.
I can be in the background, just watching, or I can be right there with you, holding your hand if you need me to.
Know this, dear daughter of mine, your journey is your own.