My teenage daughter backpacked alone through Europe. Despite my worry, I'd let her do it again.

10.11.2024 - 03:15 / insider.com

I was a very fearful child who grew to be a fearful adult. It was so hard for me to let go of that fear while raising my five kids.

The world was full of danger, and I constantly worried about my family. Luckily, the children grew up safely, but I still dreaded possible tragedy lurking just around every corner. I knew mine was not a healthy attitude, and I tried hard to hide my anxiety from them. I never interfered with their steps toward independence — riding a bike to middle school, beginning to drive, finding their way around the city—but my heart was always in my throat. It was an exhausting way to live.

When my youngest child, Julie, was 18, she took a gap year between high school and college. She'd been working and, with her saved money, Julie wanted to travel solo through Europe for three months. While I fervently hoped it was just a passing phase, it turned out that Julie was totally serious.

She presented me with a detailed itinerary and her plans to visit 11 countries. She would stay mostly in youth hostels. My first impulse was to discourage her, to point out all the pitfalls and perils of such a trip. But then I looked at my bright, level-headed girl, who was asking me to trust her. I took several deep breaths and then said, "Yes."

Seeing her off from Newark, NJ Airport was really difficult. She was so excited, wearing a backpack that looked almost as big as she was. Her first stop was Rome, where she attended the baptism of the twin babies of some favorite babysitting customers who had Italian family. That was a gentle way to ease into her journey — at least she was with friends, with a lovely place to stay.

I knew things would not always be this smooth, and they weren't. Julie got lost in the confusing streets of Venice, endured a night in a shady Budapest hostel, became very sick with strep throat, and had to find a hospital in Vienna. But there were so many joyful experiences, too. She was able to visit our former exchange student in Luzern, Switzerland, and her brother Patrick, who was studying in Marburg, Germany. She even went to Finland for her brother Sheridan's violin concerto premiere.

I continued to worry daily during those months, but I had to learn to let go and trust my daughter. I also had to trust that the world was not the terrible, dangerous place I had always imagined.

Julie and I communicated via a quick daily check-in on WhatsApp, and she regularly sent photos of her adventures. I was reassured to see her smiling face at a restaurant in Florence, on a mountain in Salzburg, in Prague's Old Town. Everywhere she went, she met kind and friendly people. When Julie checked into a hostel in the evenings, she'd connect with a group of young travelers staying there. They'd