Love Letters to Your Teens
May 11th, 2010 by Sue Blaney
Motherhood is wonderful. Motherhood is hard. Motherhood is…. fill in the blank. It is many things. My Mother’s Day Essay/Letter contest gave me a glimpse into the lives of numerous mothers of teenagers, and I am humbled. I heard from moms who have teenagers with mental illness, moms who are recovering from brain surgery, moms who are dealing with teens caught breaking the law…. the real issues that you all are juggling take my breath away. And yet, here you all are, expressing your love for your teenagers so you could share your letter with them on Mother’s Day.
Before I share the two “winning” letters, I want to share excerpts from other moms’ letters. The assignment was: Write an [open] letter to your teenager(s) about what you have learned from being his/her parent and how this has made you a grow into a better person. And look at all the wonderful ways these moms have been expanded and stretched from raising their teenagers:
- “Thank you for showing me how to look at the big picture and not get tangled in all the details of life.”
- “Thank you for showing me how to let go and laugh at silly things in everyday life.”
- “You have made me a better person just by the joy I receive from parenting you.”
- “Through of all of life’s challenges you both show me how to forge ahead, laugh, sing and dance. Thank you for being my treasures.”
- “You have helped me to think outside of the box and to realize that sometimes there is more than one answer.”
- “…you have helped me to better understand how to stand up for myself and to realize a lot of things I have forgotten over the years.”
- “You model for me grace and a strong sense of self.”
- “From you I have learned how to not back away from a challenge. You’ve shown me how to dig deep and not give up.”
- “From you I have learned a sense of beauty for the natural world around me.”
There are two winning essays. The first is written by Carolyn Boatner:
My Dear Adam,
In this dance called life, I have been blessed to have you as one of my partners. We have been movers and shakers to many rhythms together. Some have been harmonious, others have not. We have ricocheted between leading and following. And all in all, we have laughed and loved and grown together.
Parenthood is a journey that has lead to some of the most amazing vistas in creation. I have watched you transition from a tiny tow-headed toddler to a young man with facial hair. Not just your voice has deepened, but the thoughts and expressions that drive it have too! The stitches have healed, the casts have come off and all have left behind the scars of childhood that illustrate an adventurous spirit and curious mind.
I love you Adam Boatner. I love the light in your eyes. I love your ability to debate with such knowledge. I love your compassion. I love your depth. I love your ability to take on a subject and hold on with the tenacity of a pit bull. I love that you cook. I love that you are sensitive. I love that you wonder and question. I love that you sing beautifully. I love that you are exploring new paths for yourself. I love that you support me and hug me. You are a winner. Don’t let the tough crap in life seep in your soul and destroy the best parts of you. Don’t make dangerous decisions that will derail your life’s path—whatever that path may be. Don’t let ignorant people imperil you and sway you to do the wrong thing. You are better than that Adam. I am here for you in the darkest moments and in the brightest lights.
Thanks for the dance my dear son. Thanks for teaching me that the rhythm doesn’t have to be predictable to be fun. Thanks for reminding me that laughter and sorrow can bring cleansing tears. Thanks for forgiving me when I stepped on your toes. May our dance cards never be too full for one another!
Love,
Mom
And our second winner is offered by Pamela:
Dear Peanut,
When your father and I planned your existence, we considered all the details of parenthood and went forth with complete confidence that we would certainly do a better job than our parents did! After you were born I read every book ever written about baby care and child development including Your Child Age __(one book for each year!).
Then came your teenage years. I discovered that the library did not have a book for each challenge you presented. Your creativity for new and astounding behaviors was boundless. My patience and temper were not! Then one day you were diagnosed with a mental illness and our world imploded.
While other families were planning which college to send their darlings off to, we were wondering if you would be able to graduate from high school. While other parents complained about their kids missing curfew by a few minutes, I was happy to see you arrive safely home. Over the months since your diagnosis I have learned the most important lesson a parent can learn – LOVE YOUR CHILD! That is the gift I try to give you every day even when it feels as if the rest of the world is saying you are not lovable.
Your gift to me has been to make me fearless. I see now how foolish it is to spend time worrying about the little stuff. And that includes everything from what you are wearing to what college you go to, or even if you go at all. Your continued existence is reward enough for my efforts. Your smile and silly sense of humor bring joy beyond any GPA or class ranking.
I applaud you for working so hard to make each day a success. I am awed by your strength and resilence. You have suffered greatly when teachers and best friends failed to understand the impact of a brain disorder. You have called them on their callousness and modeled how to be a better human being. I am your fan for life.
Love,
Mom
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