It's hard because we want the best for the people we love--we don't want them to get hurt--and of course, kids are the greatest love.
But when we don't let them learn how to make their own decisions, then we haven't really prepared them for life. And then, of course, there's the resentment.
My mom was very well-intentioned, but also very controlling. Growing up has had its own challenges for me and both of my brothers, each a bit different, but coming from that same place.
I'm very conscious of this with my stepdaughter, but to the point where I think it's probably not healthy. There are times I don't interject when I probably should. It's a fine line to walk--figuring out how to guide them without smothering them. Tough tough tough.