Jun 2014
Dear ten year old me,
It’s okay to cry,
You aren’t as weak as they think,
When they mock you as you fall down,
Stiff legged.
Get back up like you’ve always done and smile and bow.
Because it is not your fault you’re this way.
Be proud.
Because everything passes eventually.
I know it doesn’t help that the doctors can’t seem figure out what is wrong with you.
Even the doctors think you are melodramatic.
That you are acting out this illness for the attention because you “obviously don’t get at home”.
But trust me, you will one day be able to walk again without crutches.
The only odds stacked against you when you walk are gravity and your own inevitable clumsiness.
Thank your mom for that.
You will be able to go to school,
Even though I know you would rather just stay home
And you will be you.
Eventually.
However, your lack of self-confidence causes your determination to falter.
Your God given gifts of leadership and strength have been pushed so far down your throat you have forgotten they were even there.
You have become invisible to your peers,
But only when you’re not their target on the other end of the shooting range.
Without a weapon in your hand, all you can do is dodge their bullets. But if you’re hit, don’t worry, it may hurt now but even bullet wounds heal.
They might leave scars, but sometimes scars can be a sign of strength.
But beware of the best friend,
Because sometimes a hug puts you in the perfect position to be stabbed in the back.
And best friends don’t come with user manuals,
And lie detectors are really hard to come by.
But no matter what they say,
Let it go in one ear and out the other.
Because I know from experience that you will never believe it, but you are beautiful.
You are compassionate, strong, caring, brave, kindhearted, a leader, a friend.
Let your light shine.
Don’t let them tell you that you aren’t worth it.
You are invincible.
Strong enough to hold the weight of the world on your shoulder.
But be ready, because this journey won’t be easy.
You will hit speed bumps, potholes, sharp turns, detours, one way streets, yields, even stop signs before you realize that it is all a part of this game of life that you are playing.
And if the hand you’re dealt isn’t great stack the deck in your favor.
But some rules to live by:
Don’t let your heart become cold,
Don’t forget to be you,
Don’t give up
Be strong.
Listen to mom and dad,
Always turn the other cheek,
And make sure to hug grandma a little tighter.
Sweetheart,
I know life is going to get tough,
But keep your head up, smile, and face the world.
With a heart big enough to have its own zip code.
Because, these aren’t the best days, and these aren’t the worst,
You might not think you’ll ever make it through,
Things just don’t seem fair.
But just remember,
It’s your freshman year,
And you are still here.
Love,
Me.
It’s okay to cry,
You aren’t as weak as they think,
When they mock you as you fall down,
Stiff legged.
Get back up like you’ve always done and smile and bow.
Because it is not your fault you’re this way.
Be proud.
Because everything passes eventually.
I know it doesn’t help that the doctors can’t seem figure out what is wrong with you.
Even the doctors think you are melodramatic.
That you are acting out this illness for the attention because you “obviously don’t get at home”.
But trust me, you will one day be able to walk again without crutches.
The only odds stacked against you when you walk are gravity and your own inevitable clumsiness.
Thank your mom for that.
You will be able to go to school,
Even though I know you would rather just stay home
And you will be you.
Eventually.
However, your lack of self-confidence causes your determination to falter.
Your God given gifts of leadership and strength have been pushed so far down your throat you have forgotten they were even there.
You have become invisible to your peers,
But only when you’re not their target on the other end of the shooting range.
Without a weapon in your hand, all you can do is dodge their bullets. But if you’re hit, don’t worry, it may hurt now but even bullet wounds heal.
They might leave scars, but sometimes scars can be a sign of strength.
But beware of the best friend,
Because sometimes a hug puts you in the perfect position to be stabbed in the back.
And best friends don’t come with user manuals,
And lie detectors are really hard to come by.
But no matter what they say,
Let it go in one ear and out the other.
Because I know from experience that you will never believe it, but you are beautiful.
You are compassionate, strong, caring, brave, kindhearted, a leader, a friend.
Let your light shine.
Don’t let them tell you that you aren’t worth it.
You are invincible.
Strong enough to hold the weight of the world on your shoulder.
But be ready, because this journey won’t be easy.
You will hit speed bumps, potholes, sharp turns, detours, one way streets, yields, even stop signs before you realize that it is all a part of this game of life that you are playing.
And if the hand you’re dealt isn’t great stack the deck in your favor.
But some rules to live by:
Don’t let your heart become cold,
Don’t forget to be you,
Don’t give up
Be strong.
Listen to mom and dad,
Always turn the other cheek,
And make sure to hug grandma a little tighter.
Sweetheart,
I know life is going to get tough,
But keep your head up, smile, and face the world.
With a heart big enough to have its own zip code.
Because, these aren’t the best days, and these aren’t the worst,
You might not think you’ll ever make it through,
Things just don’t seem fair.
But just remember,
It’s your freshman year,
And you are still here.
Love,
Me.
