Dear Alex,
Here we are, you caught in the transition from childhood to adulthood, and me, observing intently. This journey is challenging, perhaps even more so for me than for you. If I’m being truthful, this has been one of the most significant aspects of my role as your mother—to simply be present and refrain from doing everything for you.
As my first child, we have the opportunity to navigate new experiences together. It’s not like the first night when I brought you home, trying desperately to soothe you through sleepless hours. We were both novices then.
It’s not like the moment when I scooped you up after your first tumble and scraped knee; I don’t think I’ve ever run so fast. We managed those initial challenges with minimal distress and eventually settled into a rhythm, one that would inevitably shift as we encountered new milestones—our hearts and hands intertwined through it all.
I often miss the days when I could physically care for you. Back then, despite feeling overwhelmed, I was able to shield you from harm with baby gates and my firm guidance. Now, however, the stakes feel higher. Some days, it’s hard to find my breath. I want so much for you, and it takes every ounce of restraint to resist the urge to dictate your path. To refrain from following you around, ensuring you don’t make poor choices, or to rush in to help when you stumble. I must watch as you navigate decisions that I may not agree with.
You will stumble, make mistakes, and at times, behave poorly. Everyone does at some point. I have to allow you to experience these moments, holding my breath as I step back and let you learn.
You are mature enough now, and I have faith in your ability to handle life’s challenges. I can’t be by your side all the time, nor will I always be aware of your actions, no matter how hard I try. This is a reality I must confront, which is difficult.
While I may not always be physically present, I will always be here in spirit. You will need to pick yourself up when you fall, and I won’t be able to repair your mistakes. You must take responsibility for your actions and find ways to make amends.
My role is not to simplify your life by shielding you from difficulties or doing everything for you. Instead, I am here to support, guide, and cheer you on with all the love I possess. And I truly do love you.
It’s my responsibility to instill in you confidence and courage, which can only be achieved by gradually allowing you to venture out on your own. You will never learn to soar if I keep you nestled too closely in the nest, though I must admit, that notion is tempting.
You will always know what I expect of you, and I will ensure you feel the depth of my love and support, as if I am showering it on you like confetti. However, I cannot live your life for you. This is your time, your journey.
I apologize that this experience is our first together. I wish I could do it better. We will both make mistakes, and that’s perfectly fine.
So go ahead and embrace life. Move forward, and know that I will do my utmost to let you.
With love,
Mom
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Summary
This letter reflects a mother’s journey of supporting her first child, Alex, as he navigates the transition from childhood to adulthood. While she wishes to protect him from mistakes, she understands the importance of allowing him to experience life independently. Her love and support remain steadfast as they both learn through their experiences.