Letting Go Twice: A Father’s Journey Through Giftedness, Love, and Release

When the search for meaning runs deep, letting go becomes both the greatest challenge and the truest act of love.

Nov 17, 2024

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Letting Go of My Son—Again

The first time I let my son go, it was a long drive to Sweden, 1250 kilometers from home. I remember every detail of that journey, every feeling, as if it happened yesterday. He was leaving to complete his bachelor’s thesis, but he hadn’t yet secured a place to live. The idea of him starting this new chapter without a stable place to stay was unthinkable to me. So, I drove him there myself, determined to help him find a place to settle, no matter what it took.

“We arrived in Linköping with only two days to find a room. Finally, after a frantic search, we managed to secure a small space for him.”

It was just a room, with an old bed—no furniture, no curtains, no comforts of home. As I watched him step out of the car, carrying just his bag and walking toward that bare room, something inside me cracked. Back in my hotel room that night, I broke down. I cried for fifteen minutes straight, releasing a grief that I hadn’t felt since my own father passed away when I was 27. I didn’t fully understand it at the time, but letting go of my son that day felt like losing a piece of myself.

Much later, when he was home for a weekend in the Netherlands, he shared stories of how challenging that time in Sweden had been. He told me it had been a dark, lonely chapter, something that had weighed on him deeply. In hindsight, I recognized that, although I’d wanted to be there to catch him, I had no power to save him from those experiences.

Now, more than eight years have passed, and I find myself having to let him go again. Since that first departure, he has carved his own path. He moved to Oslo for his master’s degree, met his partner, and became a father. He built a life, a family, and a career, yet he always seemed to carry a frustration with the world around him—the lack of depth, the struggles in his work environments. Eventually, we co-founded a company together, hoping he could forge his own way. But even with this independence, little changed; he still wrestled with a sense of dissatisfaction, struggling to find his place and purpose.

“When my wife and I moved to Norway, it was to be closer to him, to be a support for his family, to work alongside him and perhaps, selfishly, to guide him.”

We had conversations about life’s purpose, about the journey of the soul, and what it means to find peace within oneself. It was a time of connection but also of struggle. We dreamed of a shared home, where grandparents and grandchildren could live together, bridging generations and strengthening bonds. But reality clashed with our ideals. The arrangement unraveled, and painful decisions had to be made. His partner returned to her birthplace with their children, while he stayed back with us, trying to find a path forward.

These past six months have been a time of searching, for him and for me. I pushed him to dig deep, to find his own answers. But I realized something essential—I can’t always be the one to guide him, to keep him close. So, I told him that he needed to reunite with his family, to find his own way without me. I had to let him go once more.

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He’s leaving in a few days, stepping onto a plane to join his family, carrying all the deep thoughts and reflections he’s shared on Mavericks Manifest, the community where he voices the insights he often keeps hidden. I see his journey unfolding and sense that he’s moving toward a greater clarity. His path is his own now, and I have to trust in it.

“Giftedness is a mysterious phenomenon. For those who don’t understand it, the depth, the constant search, the endless questioning—it all seems strange, maybe excessive.”

But I understand now that these qualities are part of him, that they fuel his journey, his struggles, and his growth.

So, here I am, letting him go again, not in a car to a bare room in Sweden, but on a journey of self-discovery with his own family by his side. I know now that his path won’t be simple, and that his answers won’t be easy. But this time, as he goes, I feel a new kind of peace.

In Conclusion

In the end, letting go is not about giving up—it’s about trusting the journey. My son’s path is his own, and while it’s not always easy to watch, I know that each step he takes brings him closer to his true self.

He is exactly where he needs to be.

With love, Ron

As parents, our role is not to control their future, but to support them as they unfold their own story, always with unconditional love.

We have to face ourselves. We are the only ones we can never escape from. Therefore, you must embrace the highest frequency by practicing unconditional love, integrity, and authenticity.

Remember, you cannot hate something unless it exists within you. It always starts from within.

Letting go is just another way of holding on to the love that guides them.

Letting Go Twice: A Father’s Journey Through Giftedness, Love, and Release

When the search for meaning runs deep, letting go becomes both the greatest challenge and the truest act of love.

Letting Go of My Son—Again

In Conclusion

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