To the greatest Dude on earth
It’s been three years since I wrote you a letter. Three years. WTF! My mind is officially blown. What happened to time? Back then you were just a kid about to enter the turmoil teenage years. And look at you! Turning sixteen today! And you’re handsome and wise and funny…just like dad.
You didn’t, contrary to popular belief, turn into some Emo-antisocial-rebellious piece of shit. You’re still a joy to behold. You’re still someone I’m extremely proud of. You’re still someone who I will fight for until my last breath. Someone I might even love more than Mom….nah…
You didn’t rock the boat or entered any dangerous waters. Thanks for making it easy to be your Father. Thank you for being a person of character. Someone who takes responsibility. Who’s still as passionate as ever. You didn’t really change at all, you’ve just turned into a mature version of the cute, little boy. I know I’m getting soppy but I promise not to cry, at least not in front of you.
How do you manage to govern the social challenges thrown by your peers? How do you form an opinion and have the courage to stick to it? How do you maintain such a solemn unspoken vow of not being a sell out at the age of sixteen? I’ must admit I’ve never possessed that specific genetic make-up so we’ll have to thank Mom for that.
Thank you for still making time for wrestling matches, even though you’re able to physically hurt me nowadays. Thank you for tolerating my requests for Superhero movies and for every single YouTube video you share with me. Thank you for laughing at my jokes. Even the lame ones. Thank you for our early morning gym sessions. It sucks eggs getting up when everyone is still snoring away, I know. You’re probably doing it for a beach bod to get them girls, whilst I do it just to hang out with the coolest sixteen-year-old I know. And the odd chance at a beach bod.
We still move out of the way when you tell a story. You’re still go berserk for sport and PlayStation. You still enjoy the company of the same old friends. You still spill. Excessively. You still consider Mom to be funnier than me. You still trust us. You still taunt your sister. You still tell us things. About school and friends and nothing and everything. You still make us part of your life. And for that I cannot fathom the words to describe our appreciation. And our endless, unfaltering love.
(Okay I’m crying…Excuse me…)
Time remains a ruthless concept and just like it did three years ago, it doesn’t allow us to linger too long in moments of awesomeness. We cannot stretch great events in time, we can only celebrate them. Like your birthday. I thoroughly enjoy watching life through your eyes.
I’m so frigging proud of the young man you have become and at this halfway stop on that journey, I reckon it’s a good time to tell you:
“Well done, Dude. Well done.”
It’s not the end. Not even close. There are still many things to endure, lessons to learn. There are still a million-plus-one challenges to face. Maybe even a heart break or two. But I have no fear that you will endure. You will whether the storms.
And we’ll be here. Every step of the way. With every blow or blessing life might throw at you. Mom and I…To listen, to pray, to give advise, to assist, to lecture, to watch, to pick up the pieces or just to be…
Remember that there is no-one on earth who loves you more than we do.
Just be you. Always.
Lots of love
Mom and Dad