You made it. You are a teen. And you now stand on the doorstep of teenage-ness. Brace yourself, buddy. They don't refer to them as the years of angst for nothin'.

There will be irrational emotions that arise in your heart and plummet into your gut without warning; there will be acne and body odor and other physiological weirdness; there will be jerks who transform into first-rate A-holes; there will be mild flirtations, booty shorts and full-blown geeked-out immaturity; there will be self-consciousness and questionable judgement; there will be more important boundaries and more serious rules.

There will be tons of mistakes, blunders, and epic flub-ups.

But...

There will also be glimpses into the things that bring you true joy and ignite your passion; there will be responsibilities that allow you to find your own voice; there will be access to deeper insights and wisdom; there will be true independence and self-direction; there will be people who start to get, I mean really get you; there will be glimpses of the man you will become, even though you may still feel kind of like a kid and kind of not.

Don't be fooled by the bad rap it gets.

This, indeed, is a magical time. And — so far — I love who you are morphing into.

You are funny, and intelligent, and goofy, and hard-working and unassuming. At times you can be annoying and loud (so very loud), but there are also moments you transform into the most interestingly exquisite person in the room.

Your curiosity from boyhood has sustained as a unique gift, proving to be an asset as you enter this next phase. All great thinkers crave knowledge. Keep being insatiable.

I hope you never lose that wonder. I hope you never lose your faith. And when you do, I hope you look up rather than down. I hope you always see mountains you want to climb, oceans you want to cross, and pools that inspire you to...

Cannon. BALLLLLLLL!

I hope you never experience true heartbreak. But, if (and when) you do, it'll mean you have loved. Don't worry, your kin-peeps will always have your back.

You truly are my muse. And though at times I may get frustrated and lose my cool, I am and always will be in love with you.

Love,
Mom

Written by Valli Vida Gideons on www.facebook.com/mybattlecall

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