(Joyful Mysteries Note…my sister is a Wife, Mother, Writer, Student and Teacher…so when I asked her to write for my Friday Blog she was so gracious and said “Let me get this book to my agent, and finish the school year. When she sent me her post, I loved every word of it. I spent my entire childhood wanting to be exactly like my sister- she was organized, while I was messy- she was a good student, while I was distracted. She was naturally athletic, while I’m the kid they give the trophy to for trying. We married boys with the same name, and have loved and grieved, and can sit on the back porch sipping wine for hours.  She is one of the most kind people I know and when she puts her mind to something, she does it. We both love the 80’s and Bon Jovi, and I am so incredibly honored she wrote today’s post. I think we can all relate. Thank you Missy. I love you.)

  
Dear Missy,

 Looking back at my teen years, I tend to see myself as rather average. I wasn’t one of the beautiful blonde twins portrayed in the Sweet Valley High books I read, filled with outlandish drama, betrayal, and young love. I wasn’t a rebel or a rule breaker, nor was I the scholar or editor of the school newspaper. I wasn’t voted best eyes, dressed, or most likely to do anything. In fact, if I were to try and cast myself in “The Breakfast Club”, I wouldn’t relate to any of the stereotypes the five teens portrayed, aside from perhaps a female version of Emilio Estevez’s athlete, minus the bullying incident that landed him in detention. I wasn’t a princess, or a brain, or a criminal, or a basket case. I was, simply, me. And in a world before the internet, social media, cell phones, digital photos, text messaging, and YouTube, that was okay.

 

What would I tell my teen self? Is there a way to prepare her for the world that is to come? Probably not because even if I tried, she’d likely not believe it. I could, however, try to convince her that even when things seem overwhelming, they’ll turn out okay. I could also tell her to enjoy every moment of every day because before she knows it she’ll look back and wonder where the years have gone. Therefore, in the vein of the popular blog Dear Teen Me, http://dearteenme.com/, I’ll write a letter to that young girl from Montana. Maybe in doing so, I’ll rediscover the person I was, the girl who didn’t quite care if the dishes were done immediately following a meal and who only made her bed about once a week, the girl who at the time, didn’t appreciate the stars dotting the sky in her hometown, but would miss them every single day after saying goodbye and moving away.

 

If I close my eyes, I can still see that girl, the one I used to be walking through the halls of my high school, sporting Keds and stonewashed jeans. Would she recognize me sitting at her future home in a Mariner’s t-shirt and staring out at a cloudy Western Washington sky? Probably not, but here goes…

 

 

Dear Missy,

 

Okay, so here’s the thing…I know you tried to get rid of the Missy moniker when you started a new school freshman year to make yourself seem older, but it didn’t work because once everyone found out it was your nickname, it stuck. And that’s totally okay because it’s who you are and you’ll come to recognize that when the people who knew you growing up call you Melissa, it sounds foreign on their tongues, and you’ll kind of hate it because to them, you were always Missy, a name that somehow becomes familiar and comforting, like a warm blanket wrapped over your shoulders on a cold, winter night.

 You’ll live and breathe basketball in high school, but will never play on a team again. I know this thought makes you sad and that lump that grows in the base of your throat when you are about to cry is likely burning now, but you’ll be okay. I promise.

 Your heart will be broken your junior year and although you knew this relationship wouldn’t last, it will hurt worse than you ever imagined possible. Although you’ll find it hard to believe it wasn’t your fault and you’ll want to apologize and beg him to love you as much as you love him, don’t do it. He isn’t the one, and when you see him years later at a class reunion, you’ll hug him and feel genuinely happy to see him, but you won’t love him, nor will you regret dating him because he was an important part of your life. You will, however, regret lingering on the hurt and not giving other guys a chance the remainder of high school. Ditch that last shred of hope. Date the baseball player, tell the guy you’ve had a crush on since freshman year how you really feel. Take chances and don’t let past hurts hold you back.

Consequently, and further proving that some things are meant to be, you’ll fall in love in college. He’ll be the person who makes you laugh every single day and will be a great dad to your future children. He’ll be the dreamer while you’re the realist. He’ll be your best friend and before you know it, you’ll have survived two military deployments, infant colic, differing taste in movies, and will be preparing for your nineteenth wedding anniversary.
 

You’ll get to see Bon Jovi in concert, twice. This won’t entirely make up for the fact that you weren’t allowed to attend the Slippery When Wet concert because you were too young, but it will help. Although the disappointment of not being able to see Jon Bon Jovi fly though the air like in the “Livin on a Prayer” video will linger forever, much like the Aqua Net in an 80’s locker room.

 Tom Cruise will make you go, hmmm…but you’ll still secretly watch “Cocktail” whenever it’s on.

 You’ll be diagnosed with celiac disease. I know this makes no sense as you have no idea what it is right now, but all the aches and pains you experienced after diligently carb-loading before a big race will one day make sense.

 Spend more time with your family and don’t worry if you skip a night out with friends. You might not believe me now, but there will come a time when you’ll miss your family every single day and you won’t remember that party long ago that you just couldn’t miss.

 You’ll still cry when you’re embarrassed and you’ll get embarrassed when you cry. It’s a double-edged sword, really.

 The bangs. Where do I begin with the bangs? There is no need to take a butane curling iron camping so that your hair is styled in the mountains. Seriously. One day you’ll look back at pictures and even the fact that most other girls had the same curls and styled bangs that you did won’t cushion the blow that it was a really, truly awful waste of time and products. 

 George Clooney will become a really big deal, but you’ll still see him as the handy-man on “The Facts of Life.”

 You’ll never be an artist so don’t even bother with the stick figures. One day you’ll be a fairly decent writer, though, so keep at it.

 Speaking of writing, you’ll experience rejection. A lot of it. But the stories in your head will continue surfacing so to avoid becoming a habitual daydreamer, put the words onto paper and create a world others might find interesting.

 You’ll become a teacher who loves her job. I know, right? Shocked me too.

 There will be more “Star Wars” movies. You’ll still roll your eyes whenever Luke Skywalker whines and you’ll always secretly enjoy watching “SpaceBalls” more.

 You’ll look back at pictures and wish you were still that thin even though you know at the time you wanted to lose five pounds.

 You’ll enjoy a television show about zombies.

 In the future, you’ll experience loss. Some of these losses will be so personal and painful that even now, you won’t be able to write or talk about them. You’ll also be okay.

 You like to take care of others. You also like to be in charge. You’re not very good at delegating, although you’re working on it. Organization is kind of your thing. You hate clutter and become overwhelmed by excessive paperwork. You also hate dirty microwaves. And the smell of vanilla. You love chocolate and popcorn and to this day, detest the song, “Don’t Worry Be Happy.” You hold grudges, but eventually forgive because you finally realize how silly the grudge you’ve been holding onto is. You love traditions, wine, the mountains, your oldest and dearest friends, and your family. You’re an introvert who finds it hard to spark conversations with people you don’t know. Some people view you as standoffish because of that trait, but it’s just the way you are and that’s one reason you married an extrovert.

 You’ll never sing in public and are a pop culture junkie, although you’ll never really be a fan of Ferris Bueller or reality television, and you’ll always believe “Say Anything” is one of the greatest movies and love stories ever written.

 Don’t worry about what you perceive others to think about you. Try not to stress if you don’t get invited to a party. Stand up for your children and never forget to say “I love you” to those who matter the most.

 So, put down the curling iron and go live. You won’t regret it.

 Love,

Melissa

Melissa is a young adult writer, teacher, and mom of three. She loves books, coffee, 80’s movies, popcorn, chocolate, and is always on the lookout for the best gluten-free pizza. She’s represented by Marlene Stringer of The Stringer Agency. You can find her on Twitter at melissblanco.