07/06/2026
I came across this letter to my son on his 18th birthday. What struck me was that I'm still learning the lessons I'd thought I'd learned at 41.
When I was 18, I had three more years until I turned 21 to think about being an “adult.” When I was 21, I knew you’re not really an adult until you’re 25. Well, at 41, I’m still discovering immature parts of myself, long buried under a façade of pseudo-maturity, but I can say that in the last several years, I’ve begun to feel like a mature adult, and it isn’t at all what I pictured back then. So, I thought I’d share my discoveries with you:
It has more to do with knowing myself rather than knowing the “rules of the game,“ how to fit in, or what others expect me, and being able to admit that I’m wrong and that I don’t know, rather than being right and being sure that I know. It means allowing the kid inside of me to have fun and kick back, instead of pretending she doesn’t exist and taking life so seriously. Along with that, it means being able to ask for help and to acknowledge that I’m weak, rather than being strong and invulnerable, which is what I thought grown-ups were; and being ready to learn something new and make mistakes, rather than having finally learned it all.
It means being willing to take risks to say and do what I want and feel, and take the consequences to; and knowing that today is the most important day of my life, because it’s the only day I can do anything about, and not “when“ or “if only“ this or that happens. Finally, it means knowing I’m no better and no less than anyone else, but, in fact, the same, packaged differently, but the same inside, and so I can forgive myself, my shortcomings along with everyone else– in a word, finally accepting my humanity and becoming a comfortable member of it.
Remember, there are no mistakes, only choice and consequences. You will set many goals in the years to come, and that’s good to work towards, but don’t lose sight of the fact that you are absolutely perfect. If you never accomplish one, and from the day you were born, you were the most perfect and loving being. You have all the resources you’ll ever need to be happy, right within you.
Love always,
Mom