Dear 16 Year Old Me,

Dear 16 Year Old Me,

If I had the ability to travel back in time, here are some things I’d tell you:

  • Don’t worry about the fact that you are flat chested.  This actually turns out to be a good thing later in life.  No, really.
  • Being tall is way better than you think.
  • A magical electronic device called the flat iron will take care of that whole nest of curls you fight every morning.
  • Your “summer boyfriend” will become your best friend, your husband, the love of your life.  You are at the beginning of a wonderful love story.
  • Call your Grandma.  You’ll be glad you did.
  • The top of the old water tower outside of Tijuaua will become one of your favorite places of all time.  Take a picture of the view.  You’ll wish you could remember it in sharper detail when you’re older.
  • You are stronger than you think, but it’s okay to let your guard down once in a while.
  • You will be an athlete.  It’s okay that you don’t believe me.  Sometimes I don’t believe it either.
  • Your life will have some moments like this:

(Sorry, but birds hate you.  Just accept the fact that they poop on you now and again.)

  • But most of your life will be like this:

You are at the start of a great life filled with friends, love, laughter, and adventure.  Hang on tight because life is fast and it’s never dull.

Love,

33 Year Old Me

P.S.-Be nicer to your little brother.  He turns out to be a pretty decent guy.

Little Star Girl

Dear Little One,

You are amazing.

Today you told the class a story of a little boy and a little girl who put on magical star-shaped glasses.  When they put the glasses on, they became twinkle stars in the sky.  Their mothers spent the day looking for them everywhere, but their children were nowhere to be found.  That night the mothers looked into the sky and wished on a star that their children would return home.  When the mothers made the wish, the little boy and girl became shooting stars.  The fell back to Earth and landed in the arms of their mothers.

Little one, I am amazed at your ability to invent such a creative, magical, poignant story.  As I click away at my own story this month, I am inspired by you.

I hope you heard me, really heard me, when I told you what an amazing storyteller you are.  Just in case you didn’t, I’m going to tell you again tomorrow.  And the next day.  And the next day.  And all the days after that.

And tonight when I look up at the stars and think about things I’m thankful for, you are going to be at the top of my list, Little Star Girl.

Love you bunches,

Mrs. McCauley