Letters To My Younger Self || Part I

It’s back to school time and as some of my nephews start a new grade, it makes you think about when you were that young, right?  So these next few blogs are going to be letters I wish my future self could have left for my younger self to read along the way.

First stop? 

Elementary school!

Dear Molly,

 When someone stops the Boyz II Men song early and ends your dance at the 2nd grade talent show before the big finale, don’t cry afterwards with the rest of the girls.  Instead, cheer everyone up.  This is not the end of the world.  Besides, you’re wearing matching tie dye jumpsuits and Keds.  We have bigger problems on our hands.  And while we’re on the subject – stop wearing so many “Guess” shirts and biker shorts.  So awkward.

 Be extra nice to your teachers because they’re working really, really hard for you.  Not that you were ever mean to any of them, but pretty sure your entire classroom is going to make Mrs. Brown cry in fifth grade, just a heads up. 

Actually practice your clarinet – your band teacher is sick of hearing your excuses about how you don’t have much time to practice (like 10 years olds are so freaking busy).  Plus your parents paid extra for those blueberry-flavored reeds, so suck it up and use them!  That brings me to piano – your piano teacher works super hard and is extremely dedicated even if you’re not - so take this seriously and stop being embarassed to practice when people are at home.  They like hearing you and think you’re great.  The more you practice, the better you’ll get (and you become really excellent by the way).

Don’t start swearing yet!  You are way too young for those four letter words, little lady!  And sorry to break it to you, but you’re not going to marry KJ and be a basketball wife, so you don’t have to spend so much time writing him letters (but a few won’t hurt). 

Ask your parents to let you wear sandals and sleeveless shirts every now and then so you won’t have such an embarassing farmers tan by the time you hit middle school and discover the world of tank tops and flip flops.  And don’t worry – you’re just a few years away from being able to tweeze those ridiculous eyebrows. 

Don’t fight with your sister.  Give your older brothers privacy.  Listen to your parents, they really do know better.  If you do those things, you’ll probably spend less time holding your dogs hostage just so you can cuddle with them while you cry over who knows what.  Yes, I know, they’re so so cute.  But that reminds me…just because yorkies FIT into small spaces, you and your sister do not have to play hide-and-seek with them!  By no means are you two to put those dogs in the dryer or small dresser drawers!!!

And finally, remember – kids can be mean.  Stand up for others but most importantly stand up for yourself.  Don’t start excluding people just because you are starting to learn what the difference is between ‘popular’ and ‘unpopular’.  Just because you’re learning the words doesn’t mean you have to learn the habits.  Welcome everyone.  You’re going to have these classmates for a really long time and everyone needs a friend along the way.  This is the time to have fun and be free!

Love,

Future Molly

[[ Song of the day :: "Love In This Club" by Usher :: Ussssssssshhhhhhhhhhhheeeeerrrrr!!!!!!! ]]

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