I want to let you in on a few secrets I have tucked away. This way, if I forget to tell you them or you forget to remember them you’ll always have them written down. You can also use this as tangible proof that at one point in my life (never mind that it’s before I became a parent) I was a cool mom.
Don’t forget that I’m only human. You know how I always tell you that it’s okay to make mistakes? Moms make them, too. And when I tell you to do something and you ask, “Why?” and I say, “Because I said so,” just do it. I don’t care if you think it’s fair or not. No matter what I’ve ever said throughout my life, I paid my dues to my parents and you’ll pay yours. Just wait until you’re a parent. You’ll do it, too, I’m sure.
I will always be a shoulder to cry on and a friend to confide in. I know sometimes you may not want to talk to your mom about stuff, but my door is always open (unless it’s closed, then knock). Remember that I was your age once, too. I know I grew up in the stone age and things are soooooo different now, but bear with me. I’m sure the mechanics of childhood are the same.
When your heart is broken for the first time, feel the pain but don’t dwell. Everyone has to have the one boy or girl that cuts them deep. If you don’t have them, you’ll never learn to appreciate the successful relationships in your life. But even though you shouldn’t forget them, DON’T go back to them. Come now…mama didn’t raise no fool. I don’t care how much they claim to have changed, if it didn’t work the first time there’s about a 94% chance that it won’t work out the second time around. Would you bet on those odds?
When you decide you want a tattoo on your 18th birthday, do it the right way. No child of mine is going to a “friends” house because he does really good work and is cheap. Little secret for you–that means they suck. And tell me before you get it. Tell me what you’re getting permanently inked onto your body. Trust me, it’s better if I know before it happens.
Be forewarned, if/when you go through your teen rebellious stage you had best watch your beautiful mouth. I know how it feels, I was there. I also know that no daughter of mine is going to sass me and get away with it. So when we get to that point just be civil. I’ll do the same. And when you get past it, we can be friends again.
The first time you call yourself fat, Daughter, bite your tongue. I’ve never even seen you and I know it’s not true. Whatever piece of flesh you’re nervously pinching while looking in the mirror is supposed to be there. No one else in the world thinks you are fat. Those girls at school with the beyond perfect bodies (and most likely awesome tans, sorry I passed you the pale gene) are A) not that perfect on the inside guaranteed and B) not going to have that body forever. Everyone has baggage they carry around. Some people carry it on their hips and some people carry it on the inside. Most people have a little bit of both. Personally, I like the one on the hips better. That can be taken care of with a little exercise. The weight on the inside is a lot harder to get rid of.
Remember your innocence and please cling on to the beauty of a real childhood. Being able to drive and having a job and getting to stay up as late as you want comes with a heavy price tag. Enjoy what you have for as long as you can.
Most important, Daughter, is that you never, ever forget that I love, I love, I love you.
From the depths of my bottomless soul–I mean heart,
Your Future Mother