When my kids were little it was my job to figure out what they needed and provide it to them. Once they hit the teen years, what they need is to know how to figure out what they need and then figure out for themselves how to go get it. In theory this gives me less to do, but the emotional reality is that watching someone struggle and having no useful way to help is hard.
No one is actually struggling this morning, but a piece of my brain is convinced that they will be as soon as school hits.