I let go of the need to control others. I allow others to make their own way.

A parent who finishes the homework gets a better-looking exercise book and a child who learned nothing.

Control is often affection with the wrong grip on it. The steering feels like care, and mostly it is care, and it still removes the one thing the other person needed — the chance to find out they could do it themselves.

There is a cost on your side too. Every outcome you take charge of becomes an outcome you are responsible for, which adds up to a great many things to be responsible for.

Allowing isn't abandonment. It is standing nearby with your hands off the wheel, available for the part where they ask.