Sunday, April 24, 2011

A Letter to a Girl

Found this while moving my desk to it's most recent location (hubby's not sure if this will be it's true home or not). I remember writing this after a visit with my niece. Step dad and brother was giving her a hard time about being a girl. wanted to write something that would help her and in turn I would be able to use with my own girls when the time came. Here it is...

Being a girl is the hardest thing to do. You start off being able to play with toys and boys start off stinky and mean; they can continue to be stinky and mean. While girls, starting at about 9-13, have got to learn what it means to be a woman so that the population can continue to endure. Boys continue to be stinky and mean. Girls can find an escape from stinky boys in books which can be full of puzzlements and challenges.

We girls continue to grow and change so that we can become moms (or at least women) and get the chance to play with our toys again. Girls have got it hard. We try to be nice and do nice and it sometimes works. then sometimes we get trampled and sometimes we get challenged.

The great thing about being a girl is our inner strength and our ability to say, "You don't deserve me and what I have to offer. There is someone out there better than you who deserves me." And we have the power to walk away.

We also have the ability to keep journals. I love them. I think I would be completely lost without mine. Having a crappy day, dump it in there. Having a fantastic day, pour it in there. Store it all in a book. Want to remember this thought or that, this item or that? Place it in a book. Can't figure something out? Work it out in a book.

Don't let boys bring you down, they aren't worth your energy if they can't appreciate you.

Don't let your parents bring you down because parents don't always understand. They try their best to help you and protect you. They use their history and experiences but that may not always be the same as what you are going through now. Keep talking to them, they'll get it eventually.

It's hard growing up and watching kids play like you used to. I know it was hard for me to do (still sometimes is) but there are so many cool new things you get to do with each new stage in life.

So find your space to get away and refocus. Try to explain it nicely that you need some "me" time. Read, write, draw, nap, do something to take all those crazy emotions that you cannot seem to control very well and put them to use in a positive way.

You are a strong, powerful, energetic, fun, crazy girl who will turn into an even more amazing woman. You will surprise the world and your family that irritates you now.

You can do it. It's rotten some days but you are smart enough to figure out how to find your place of peace in it and let those stinky people know that you don't want to waste your time on them right now. Why spend time being miserable over a stinky person? Accept the fact that they are stinky and turn the moment around on them. They usually do those things because they need to show that they have power over you, even if it is just power over your reactions. Or they are jealous of you and want to knock you down to make them feel better.

All the crazy lessons I've learned through life...and many by reading books...and many others by putting up with the stinky people of the world.

Here's another good piece. You can't make all the people happy all of the time. So just work on you and let them deal with themselves. Happiness is contagious.

And now that I've typed it all out. I really needed that today. I had an awfully stinky day. Dealt with stinky people and was one myself. Should have put myself in timeout. Still can....

Girls are like

apples on trees. The best
ones are at the top of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach for
the good ones because they are afraid
of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they
just get the rotten apples from the ground
that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples
at the top think something is wrong with
them, when in reality, they're amazing.
They just have to wait for the right
boy to come along, the one
who's brave enough
to climb
all the way
to the top
of the tree.

borrowed from megan