June Update - Parenting for Beginners

It is odd, this thing called 'parenthood'. Difficult to master but all to easy to start off, a child arrives before you yourself are grown (no matter what age you may be when they arrive) and you have to worry and think and do what you consider to be best for you and they.
My Daughter is 6, my Son 19 - don't ask - and I see so much of myself in him; his struggle to understand and comprehend a world he is not fully equipped for, trying to find out who he is and where he belongs. Losing himself in online games for hours on end, outwardly alone and leaving his bemused parents behind as he (falteringly) moves out into the world.
Now I am on Facebook and Twitter (like many silver surfers) and I enjoy it. I use it to keep in touch and update every once in a while things in my life that I believe are 'fun' to know. I also sometimes post new, hot-off-the-screen poems on Facebook when moved to do so.
I like it, I enjoy it and those few friends I have indulge me and allow me my flights of poetic fancies.
I have known for a while that my son has also been writing poetry, he has even shown me some. And it is good, it has promise (if only mine had some!). And now he is talking about putting the recent one's into a collection of his own.
I started writing when i was 15 or so, to try to understand, to make sense of things that made no sense - and i wonder if he does the same. Whether, for him like it is for me, it is a way of letting go, a cathartic release of pleasure or pain, thought or feeling.
I'm astounded, proud and thoughtful. At his age all my poetry was written and hidden away in files like some guilty porn stash; unseen by all but myself. I would never have thought about self-publishing; it just wasn't an option that I was aware of. 
And how do I help him realise this without trying to guide him too much? 
He is looking for his voice, his path and I want to help him in that; but the balancing act between helping and taking over and putting your own 'stamp' on it is a difficult skill to develop. And like a lot in my parenting; I'm not sure I'm fully equipped for this either.