My 13-year-old son, Leo, turned to me from the passenger seat, his expression full of anticipation. “Hey, Mom, what are we doing next Friday night?”
I stole a glance at him, taking in the changes that had transformed my baby into a young man. His once chubby cheeks were now defined with sharp cheekbones, and the sweet scent of babyhood had given way to the unmistakable aroma of an unwashed tween.
“Not much, I think. Why? Do you have something in mind?”
He looked out the window, then back at me, taking a deep breath. “Well, there’s this girl… I kinda want to ask her out.”
With those words, my little boy had crossed a threshold into adolescence. I had anticipated this moment, knowing that one day his heart would seek out companionship beyond family and childhood friends. The days of playing soccer with neighborhood girls were swiftly being replaced by the excitement of sharing a movie with a young lady in a theater. I understood that this was my moment to support him as he navigated the challenging waters of teenage dating.
As much as I wished to halt time, I recognized that this was an opportunity for him to explore his feelings with the backing of his parents. Dating is complex, especially when you’re just starting out. I wanted him to experience romance in the same sweet way that his father had courted me, at the very least ensuring he knew to bring flowers.
Even as I could still visualize Leo in his footed pajamas, fresh from a bath and clutching a toy train, I agreed he could ask the girl to the school Valentine’s celebration. His eyes sparkled with joy, but a tiny part of me felt wistful seeing his heart begin to drift away from me.
I tried to suppress my reaction when he added, “If we go out for ice cream afterward, can you sit at a different table so we can, you know, talk?”
As the date neared, we talked about dating etiquette. I made sure he asked her out face-to-face, steering clear of text messages. We practiced a strong handshake for meeting her dad and discussed how to be polite to her mother when he picked her up. With each piece of advice I shared, I emphasized the importance of respect, kindness, chivalry, and good manners.
When the night of the date arrived, I expected to feel sorrow as my son spent a Friday night with a girl instead of me. I anticipated tears as I caught sight of him fixing his hair and catching whiffs of the cologne he had borrowed from his dad. However, instead of sadness, I found myself smiling as I watched him prepare.
When Leo descended the stairs in his crisp khakis and button-down shirt, my heart skipped a beat. I was no longer looking at a child but a young man. Instead of tears, I felt acceptance in my role as a parent of a tween. He was on the brink of pursuing his dreams and following his heart, and I would always be part of that journey.
As I slipped him some extra cash and adjusted his collar, he hugged me and said, “Thanks for letting me go.” That’s when the tears almost fell—not from sadness, but from the joy of seeing him find someone who made him feel special. All this time, I had been raising him to let go, and that night, I was ready to do just that.
While I celebrated his first real date, I reserve the right to unleash my inner Mama Bear if a girl ever breaks his heart. After all, a mother’s love knows no bounds.
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In summary, it’s a bittersweet journey watching our children grow up and venture into new experiences. Supporting them as they follow their hearts is essential, even if it means letting go a little more each day.
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