Secret Letter #2: To My Child

 

Well, if you find this, it means that you also like blogging and reading. That's a good thing honey! I taught you well.

You are probably a teenager by now and I'm sure you want to try a lot of things. I did, honey and I got into a lot of troubles. Dear, just because people always say "It's part of growing up!" or "Just charge it to experience." doesn't make everything you do okay. You can try new things but you need to know the limitations.

If you love going out, I completely understand because I did (maybe I still do?) but you must always be responsible. I'll let you go out with your friends but I must know who you are with and what these people do with their lives. Anyone who, no matter how good his or her heart is, does drugs cannot be in the same picture as you.

But if you are someone who prefers to stay in, I also understand. But please know that the world is a nice place, explore.

On another note, please don't be pregnant or get someone pregnant until you're like, 25? Have sex. Okay... but only after college! And the first person you'll do it with must be someone you love and trust. My first time was with someone special, someone I really loved who is probably not your Dad... hmmm, but you didn't need to know that, did you? *awkward pause* Moving on... don't do drugs.

I'm sorry if I nag at you sometimes (or all the time). Maybe you are sick of my "I've been there, I've done that." sentiments. Baby, I am only doing this because I don't want you to be hurt. I know how annoying it is. My mom was like me when I was young and I didn't get why she wouldn't just let me do whatever I wanted to do but I understand now and one day, you would too.

If you are going through something that you couldn't tell me, (Even if I already know. Of course, I would always know) I want you to remember that it shall pass. I want you to always remember that you are stronger than you think you are, the world doesn't stand a chance against you. And if you need a shoulder to cry on, Daddy and Mommy are here for you. You don't have to say a word. We will just hug you and promise you that things will get better.

If you're afraid or sad, listen to music. Lock yourself in your room, put your earphones, breathe and feel every word of the song. Music makes anything okay. You may also grab a good book and immerse yourself in a completely different world made by a wise author. Or write. Honey, write and create your own little world of happiness and love. It helps. 

Above all, love everything you do and do everything for yourself. Not for me, for your dad or for your friends. You don't need to prove anything to me or to anyone. You don't have to try too hard. I'm not saying that you should just sit there and be a potato. I'm saying that you should not stress yourself thinking that you should be perfect because I love you for who you are and I'm proud of you.

Love,

Mom

P.S.
In a scale of one to ten, how cool is it to have a mom with a cheesy wrist and owl ankle tattoos? 10? I know, right??