Dear Blue Eyed Boy

Dear Blue Eyed Boy,

Hi, it’s Mum.  I know you won’t read this yet. I know you’ll take a big breath and sigh and give me that look.  The one that says really Mum? But I’m going to write it anyway.

This week you start high school. I can still remember when I was pregnant with you and here we are starting the next stage. The time, it just flies.

So, here are some things I want you to know.

Everyone tells you to be yourself. And that’s a great thing to be. But there’s a catch, sometimes it’s really hard. Sometimes we just want to be like everyone else, dress like them, talk like them, listen to the same music… and that’s okay too. Being like everyone else still makes you you.

You don’t need to know what you want to do after high school. Just do what you like, what you’re good at, what you want to be good at. The right path will come along. There are jobs that you haven’t even heard of yet.

Be patient.

Facebook is great. Just remember the internet is forever. Post like you want to be posted about. Respect  privacy. If you’re heart is breaking, tell me, tell Dad, write it down with pen on paper. Leave your facebook wall for the more mundane stuff.

You don’t need to be good at sport. Remember there’s art and drama and music. There’s science and maths and history. Not many people are good at everything.

Read books. As many as you can.

Watch movies. Over and over.

Play your music loud.

Dance.

Go to concerts. Buy the T-shirts. You’re only young once.

Wear earplugs.

Visit art galleries.

Take photos.

Wash you face.

Shower.

Clothes are important. Find the ones you like, that make you look and feel good. Wear them. Even if I don’t like them.

Remember tattoos are forever. So if you want one, let Dad and me help you choose. Or at least help you pick a great artist to do it. And you have to be 18.

Smoking kills. So does a car going too fast.

Think of a really great way to say no when you’re offered drugs. Because you will be.

Hangovers are disgusting.

If you make a mistake, know Dad and I will be here.  Remember we were young once and made big fat mistakes too. There is nothing you could do that would make us not love you. Ever.

Use your mobile phone. Text your friends. Text your grandparents. Text Dad. Text me. It’s what we gave it to you for. To keep in touch.

If you’re sad, feeling lost, hurt or unsure, ask for help. Tell someone you’re not okay. Me, Dad, a teacher… but always, always ask. It’s good to ask for help.

Give up your seat on the train for those who need it more that you do.

Homework sucks.  But you still have to do it.

Love is hard.  And when it ends it hurts. That’s why it’s good to have your friends and your family. For help. For comfort. For all night gaming and too much coke and chips.  (And that’s why you should text us all.)

Some friends will always be around. Some will come and some will go. It’s alright. That happens.

Cry. Sometimes it’s good for you.

Dream.

Always come home.  Even if it’s 4am.

We will always be here for you. We will move house.  More than once.  But our home will always be open to you. And your favourite song? Remember the words.  Find you own way to yell fire.

 

 

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