Dear Alex, my firstborn,

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Here we are, you standing on the brink of becoming a young man, and me, watching with great attention. This journey is challenging, perhaps even more so for me than for you. Honestly, the most profound aspect of being your mom has been learning to let go—allowing you to navigate life on your own terms.

Being my first child means we share many new experiences together. It’s nothing like that first night when I brought you home, desperately trying to figure out how to nurse you while we were both clueless. And it’s certainly not like the time I sprinted to you after your first fall—you scraped your knee, and I think I broke some sort of speed record.

We’ve managed to tackle those initial hurdles with minimal stress, and eventually, we found our rhythm. But with every new challenge, we dive into another first together, our hearts and hands connected.

I genuinely miss the days when I could physically help you with everything, even though at the time, being so needed often left me feeling overwhelmed. I could say no and hold your hand when you tried to dash ahead. I could use baby gates and locks to keep you safe, or simply scold you to keep you from danger.

But now, it’s different. This phase feels all-consuming. Some days, it’s like I can hardly breathe. I want the best for you, and it’s an uphill battle to refrain from doing everything for you. I must resist the urge to guide your every decision, to ensure you’re making wise choices, or to pick you up every time you stumble. You will mess up, make poor decisions, and face challenges that feel insurmountable because everyone does at some point.

I have to step back and let you experience all of this, holding my breath as I do. You’re at an age where I can’t be by your side all the time, and while I wish I could, it’s a reality I have to accept, no matter how difficult it may be.

I may not always be there to help you bounce back after a fall or to mend your mistakes. You must learn to do it yourself. My role isn’t to make life easier by shielding you from struggles but to support, guide, and love you fiercely. And I do.

It’s my job to prepare you to venture out with confidence and bravery, which requires me to let you go little by little. You can’t learn to soar if I keep you in the nest (though that does sound tempting). You’ll always know what I expect of you, and you’ll feel my love and support surrounding you like confetti.

But remember, your life is yours to live. It’s your journey, your time, your path. I’m sorry you have to navigate this alongside me. I wish I had all the answers and could offer you more, but we’re both going to stumble along the way, and that’s perfectly fine.

So, go ahead—embrace life and make it count. Run ahead, and know that I will do my best to let you.

Love always,
Mom

P.S. For more on navigating these experiences, you might find this resource on artificial insemination helpful, or check out this blog post for some insights. And for those interested in the practical side of things, BabyMaker is a great authority on home insemination.

Summary

This letter reflects a mother’s heartfelt journey as she supports her son, Alex, in navigating the transition from childhood to adulthood. She emphasizes the importance of independence, the challenges of letting go, and the unconditional love she has for him.