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Tweets to Me...

February 2, 2012 - Jennifer Brookens
There's a country song I hear sometimes called, "Letters To Me," and recently there was a Twitter trend of Tweets to your 16-year-old self. Now that I'm raising a daughter I'm remembering some of the traumas that rocked my world then, but are really not so bad from the grown-up perspective. It got me thinking about if it'd make much difference if this advice came from "future" me instead of Mom... But thinking about it, I also realize a lot of them start with, "Your Mom is right..." (I'm sure she'll love that!)

To 8-year-old me: You're right, she is being unfair. But believe it or not, it's her problem. You did nothing wrong. There are better friends out there...

To 11-year-old me: It's not a big deal you haven't had a boyfriend yet. Most of your friends haven't either. And those boys aren't really worth it.

To 14-year-old me: Don't be so desperate to fit in at your new school. The people claiming to be your new friends do not have the best of intentions.

To 16-year-old me: It's not fat, it's sexy curves you'll long for in your 30s! And you'll have a lot more fun senior year if you ditch the loser boyfriend!

To 19-year-old me: Work on that math and science more - being at college cost mega-bucks! And quit chasing that nitwit guy: he's just not that into you!

To 21-year-old me: Perhaps you wanna cut the next fellow some slack... He could be the one. Don't bag out on that date you agreed to.

To 23-year-old me: Now that college is over, your education of the working world begins. Better lay off those credit cards - those will be painful later.

To 25-year-old me: Spend time one-on-one with your Dad when you visit. You're gonna miss him when he's gone.

To 28-year-old me: The baby will be fine. Don't let every hyped-up syndrome/ bad incident story make this a scary time for you.

To 30-year-old me: It will be better once you get over yourself. Age ain't nothin' but a number...

To 33-year-old me: It's a dark time. It's OK to reach for help. But don't forget your children need you!

To 35-year-old me: Don't ask. I'm lost too... (awaiting tweets from 40 or 50-year-old me to lead the way...)

 
 

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