Dear Alicia,
The last time I sat down to write you a birthday letter you were eleven. The cliche is true, the days are long, and...the years are whirling by. We are a month into your teenage era, 18 months into your middle school years, 118 days into your seventh-grade year, and 3,652 days into your role as the middle child.
At thirteen years old you still love many of the same things you have loved since you were six: ballet, Harry Potter and the color pink being at the very top of the list. But now this list has grown to include video games, audiobooks and sushi. You are still quite introverted, creative and empathetic, but as you move through your teenage years you are also moody, independent and resilient. This past fall we bought your first pair of pointe shoes for your new pointe ballet class (and then four months later bought a second pair because your feet grew!) Your favorite weekend activities include baking (you make the most delicious chocolate chip cookies!) piano practicing and reading. You groan when I make you take a long walk, but every time you come back happier (we call it sunshine therapy). And you are right in the middle of tech week for your middle school play of Wizard of Oz (you are part of the Lullaby League!)
A few months ago I was listening to a podcast and they quoted Brene Brown, a writer and academic: "The middle is messy, but it's also where all the magic happens, all the tension that creates goodness and learning." If there is one takeaway from this letter - it's that middle school is rough. Sure, it opens up new possibilities: new school, new friends, new independence, new opportunities. But with that comes anxiety, disappointment and frustration. All of this is swifling around in a body and mind that is rapidly growing - seemingly overnight.
When you were a baby, everyone always warned us: Just wait till they are teenagers! Girls are so easy until they hit middle school! But I have to say that this stage of parenting - the middle stage - has been so exhilarating. I love our dinner conversations about current events, and our family book clubs. I love learning alongside you, and helping you navigate tricky social situations. I love the sarcastic sense of humor, and I love seeing you develop your passions and explore your interests.
Like is murky and middle school is messy. These years can often feel like the doors have been shut behind you and you cannot yet see the light at the end of the tunnel. But embrace the messiness of your journey. It's okay to feel uncertain; that is where you learn and grow the most. Lean into the times of joy and embrace the times you are being stretched. Offer grace and a smile to all that you encounter, even (and especially!) on your hardest days.
You, my love, were born to be a middle child, to thrive in the messiness of a hope-drenched, beautiful life. My wish for you is to relish every bump and jolt and rainbow that life throws at you. I love you more than all the stars in the sky and all the water in the ocean.
Love, Mom