I am the youngest of five children, four girls and one boy. Growing up I watched my sisters get ready to go to school, go on dates or to dances, and I watched them with my mom. It was traumatizing and I swore that if I ever had kids, I wouldn’t want to have girls.
A few months ago my sister found a letter I had written my mom in 1986, when I was a junior in high school. I was not a well behaved teen at this point and was dating a guy that no one liked. This letter made me laugh and once again makes me realize how tough mother’s of teens have it. Hats off to all you ladies.
Mom,
I waited until 6:15 to see your new perm and you but you never showed. I have a lot to work on, went to library. Tried to call Dad to OK it but he was nowhere around. I’ll be home between 8:30 and 9. And no I am not with Bobby; he’s at the game!!
I’ll clean closet tomorrow after school. Don’t worry I know TONIGHT is a SCHOOL night, that’s exactly why I’m going somewhere as boring and unexciting as the library. I’ll call later on. Love you, Tara
P.S. Studying with Bobby last night helped. Got 94% on my test.
P.P.S Note, my bed is made the pit is immaculate (or close enough). Now I figured that since I so willingly completed these tiring and tedious duties, that you wouldn’t mind if I went and studied with Bobby. I got home at 1:40 and left at 4 pm so I was home for a great deal of time. I will be home at 7 pm. I’ll call at 6:30 to check in. Have fun at mass! Pray hard to God for blessing you with such a wonderful, beautiful, RESPONSIBLE child who fills your heart with not only joy and incredible happiness, but also these long explicit notes. I love you both.
Love, your responsibly mature woman of a daughter, Tara.