A Perfectly Timed Letter From a Perfectly Wonderful Teen (on a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day)
Teenagers. They’re temperamental, moody and downright unpleasant at times. Armed with attitude and fueled by raging hormones, they can turn a perfectly wonderful day into a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. But sometimes – okay, a lot of times – they have quite the opposite effect.
A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
I was running on 3 hours of sleep, trying desperately to make it through the day. Tripping over toys. Picking Oreo cookie crumbs off the carpet. Changing diaper after diaper after diaper. Wiping messy hand prints along the wall. And bathing her yogurt covered body. Again. My toddler was in rare form and from the looks of it she was set on “tornado mode”. She’d started in the kitchen, moved her way to the living room, her bedroom and finally, my office.
My precious books. Steinbeck. Faulkner. Tolstoy. Whitman. Meyer. One by one, I picked them up and placed them back on the shelf, running my finger along each spine. First Whitman, then Faulkner, then…
A Perfectly Timed Letter
It was my notebook and staring back at me, a random page filled with handwriting that was not my own.
It was a letter from my 13-year old daughter Alyssa – dated October 26, 2010, my 36th birthday. She’d written a letter to me in, of all places, my notebook. Her sweet words on paper, patiently waiting to someday be discovered.
My eyes filled with tears.
I love you so much. Oh, and happy birthday Mom! You are now 36 years old. And no you’re not old. You are very young and beautiful. I love you everyday, even when I’m mad at you. I’m sure you feel the same at times. I hope that you will always be there for me as you are now. You are the best mom ever and I need to tell you how appreciative I am of you. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me. Love, Alyssa XOXOXOXO”
Words can’t begin to describe how moved I was by Alyssa’s letter. Never mind the job that I’ve done raising her. Never mind the sacrifices I’ve made; the things I’d gone without as a single mother several years ago.
This is not about me.
This is about my little girl; my beautiful, intelligent, responsible, sometimes-loud-and-moody-but-always-loving little girl. And her perfectly timed letter. A letter that had the power to turn my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day into a perfectly wonderful one.
A perfectly timed letter from a perfectly wonderful teenager.