I’ve dreamt my whole life of what it would be like to raise you. I dreamt of fairy tails and hair bows and dance classes and tutus and dress up. The little girl days were pure joy, but they were gone in a blink. Now I have you three smart, independent, ambitious young women and the fairytale, hair bow days are long gone. I’m so proud of the women you girls are becoming. I’m proud that you dream of being a doctor or an engineer or an archeologist. I know each of you are smart enough and strong enough to do whatever you set out to do, but I also know middle school is hard. Not the academic aspect, really but the social side.
There are so many things I wish you knew. I wish you knew I was your age not so long ago, even if it seems like it was an eternity ago to you. I remember the pressures of the pre teen years. I remember bullies and frenemies and body issues and peer pressure. I remember being told my dreams were out of reach because I was a woman, and feeling like all my big dreams were unrealistic in a man’s world. I know so much has changed since then, but so much has also stayed the same. I want you to know you can do or be whoever you want to be and never let anyone convince you otherwise. I want you to know these years may be hard, but you’ll get through them. I want you to know that you can tell me anything and there’s nothing in the world you ever have to face alone. I want you to be strong enough to fight the urge to let middle school drama derail you from your dreams. Most of all, I want you to never, ever be a mean girl. I want you to wish and dream and hope for things and then work hard to make them happen. I want you to take your time and grow up at your own pace. I know these in between years are hard to navigate, but I want you to know that I’m still here to help you.
And finally, I want you to know that one of the greatest joys and honors of my life is being the one who gets to raise you. Even in these hard years, I wouldn’t change a thing about you.