Dear 7-year-old Helene,
Is it wrong to say that I still think you were one of the cutest kids around? You were. Your struggles in life consisted of what to bring to lunch in the first grade and which boy you would have a crush on next. And your little sisters. You wanted a sibling so very badly, and all of a sudden your mom popped out two for the price of one. Who would have thought that you’d worry about them as if they’re your own kids.
You dropped out of ballet but kept up with hip hop, which you’ll regret later. But let’s face it, the tallest you grow to is 5’2″ and you don’t necessarily have a dancer’s body. Even though you grow up, you always remain young at heart.
Dear 17-year-old Helene,
Remember that guy that you had a crush on senior year of high school? You marry him. You worried about boys far too much to have married your high school sweet heart. In fact, you cared way too much about boys and how your hair looked. That’s the difference between you and I. I’ve learned to care less. And that’s a very good thing. You’ll still have lots to learn 10 years from now, but you will be somewhat wiser.
You’ll do things you never thought you would do, you’ll travel the world, you’ll buy a house. You’ll face cancer with your younger sister and your Dad. You’ll be there for them and they’ll both be okay (fingers crossed.) You thought your mom was wrong, but really she happened to be right about everything. She’ll become your best friends. You won’t always keep the same friends. You won’t keep the same pant size either (sorry). You won’t go on to do theater or be a star, but you will always dance when there’s music. Even if everyone’s watching.
Whether your 7, 17, or 27, you’ll figure it out. Just keep on dancing.
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