Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Letter to my Ten-Year-Old Self

Dear You,

So the year is 1981 and you are in a confusing time of your life. You are adjusting to your parents’ divorce and taking on a lot of responsibilities for yourself. It’s been hard for you, but this was not a conscious decision. You saw a need in your family and you filled it, that’s all. I know that it’s hard, but know that your parents appreciate you and are proud of you NOW. You will not know this until years in the future, but I want you to know now that you are loved and appreciated by your parents. They are so proud of you.

It is also a confusing time of your life because you are so smart and you have no outlet for your intellect. You were given the opportunity to move up a couple grades, but your mum put the kibosh on that, citing her own personal experience with being too young and in older grades. There is wisdom in that. Continue to read your face off. Write. Keep dreaming, and dancing. If you don’t have a proper outlet, you will get yourself into trouble.

Another reason why things are confusing is because you are discovering boys. I know that they are fascinating and it’s so exciting and these feelings are amazing, but beware. Jumping in with both feet is dangerous and not smart. You are smart, but you don’t always use your brain when making decisions. Don’t listen to your peers, listen to your gut. When your brain and your heart work together, that’s your gut. Also, they are called crushes for a reason.

Some advice; its okay to choose your friends wisely and carefully. You don’t have to be friends with everyone. Read better books. You are ensconced in the stories of Nancy Drew and the works of Gordon Korman and Judy Blume right now, keep it up. You are going to detour into teen romance novels that are going to dumb you down. There are so many good books out there! There are The Chronicles of Narnia and the works of Roald Dahl. You should check those out. You are an excellent thinker, but you’re going to let your emotions have the driver’s seat soon. Slow down. Think about things and take time to make decisions. I know that you pride yourself in your ability to make snap decisions, but you’re not right all the time, you know – you’re only ten years old! You are a quiet, introspective person who thinks a lot. Sometimes you over think things, but if you don’t let it rule your life, it will be a good thing that will serve you well for the rest of your life. Also, be patient with your hair. I know how much you hate it, your cowlick drives you particularly crazy, but the eighties are just not your decade. You’ll see. It will get better, and you will love your hair to the point where it becomes one of your best features.

Lastly, and most importantly, I. Love.You. You are good and you are great. You are so smart, and you have an excellent heart. Your intelligence wins people over. You have a fabulous sense of style. You are the best speller. I’m so proud of who you are right now.


Forty-one-Year-Old Me
I wasn't kidding about the cowlick

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