My Birth Daughter's 13th Birthday Letter by Terri Rimmer
Aug. 14, 2013
Dear McKenna:
So now you're going to be a teenager
tomorrow.
Lots of things have happened this year
for you:
You made symphonic band, finished
babysitting class, progressed with your piano playing, and have
accomplished so much academically and personally.
I brag about you all the time.
I've been thinking about what I want to
say in this letter since you're going to be a teenager now while also
thinking about what it was like when I was 13.
Things have changed a lot since 1979
when I was your age. You've probably never heard of a Walkman. That's
how we listened to music on the radio or tapes then if we weren't
near a stereo at home. People would jog or walk with The Walkman. I
was so excited when I got one for Christmas. All the kids wanted one
like you and your friends wanted Ipads.
We had all kinds of weird toys from pet
rocks, to fake TV dinners, spirographs, fake airports, fire stations,
puppets you could knit; etc. Some of my favorite board games to play
were Sorry!, Parchesi, Boggle, Operation, and Trouble.
Growing up in the 70s and experiencing
life as a teenager and 20-something in the 80s my friends and I never
knew it would look and be so funny now. The “high” hair, flashy
clothes, over-the-top personas. I can't believe I took myself so
seriously! It was all part of the times in the 80s anyway. I loved
Disco dancing! Especially skating to it.
In '79 I had two good friends besides
Teresa and Cheryl – Christina and Pat. Christina was down-to-earth
despite her beauty and that's what I liked about her. She looked
older than 13 but she didn't let that bother her. I wanted to be like
her but the boys were always bothering her. I looked younger, too. I
was underweight.
You are much more outgoing and
confident than I was at 13 and I'm very glad of that. You're strong,
creative, extremely smart, and innovative.
I want to tell you that no matter what
you're up against you are from a family of survivors and fighters and
so it's in your blood to get back up and fight. I don't mean that in
a bad way but in a way that you don't get knocked down easily. I
already know that about you because, despite your health problem, you
don't let anything stop you, and I marvel about that with you. It
inspires me.
You have a lot of strength for a small
one. Within you is a giant of a fighter who always tries again, who
never gives up.
I love our visits and I think about
them afterward.
I cherish them and I love watching the
animation on your face and how you laugh and smile.
One thing I'd like to leave you with is
this:
When people fail you and you feel all
alone, just remember this:
God is never too far.
He's just a prayer away.
I didn't write that but borrowed it
from someone.
Happy 13th birthday, my
precious one who I can't believe is turning “that age.”
I love you,
Terri
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