What sprung up after those school meetings, was that the idea of parenting a teen kind of terrifies me. What kind of mom will I be to a teen? Will all the problems I had growing up be the same for future kids? What new form of bullying will exist when they reach that tough age? How can I connect with my kids without sounding like Austin Powers’s Dr. Evil to son Seth Green, or Amy Poehler’s scarily accurate “cool mom” from Mean Girls?
Since I can’t predict what it'll look like to be a teen in the year 2029, it only makes sense to look back at my favorite film from that phase of my own life for inspiration. So, I sought answers from the wisest women from my cinephile past: Romy and Michele. Ahead, a letter to my future teenage kids, dated for delivery in 2029.
By the time you read this, I will be 48 years old. I hope I've managed to teach you this one lesson by now: Whatever words or actions you put out into the world, you cannot take back. Also, you have to treat others the way you want to be treated. Simple enough, right? Yeah R & M were onto something. Here are a few more guidelines from those brilliant visionaries who were way ahead of their — and your — time.
High School: It’s a microcosm of unreality — so, don’t stress out. Just enjoy the awkward ride that it is. It’s a time when your style, your music, and those who surround you define you in the eyes of others. But, none of that defines who you are inside. You are still percolating and brewing, my loves. You will evolve a thousand times over, and that’s what high school is really for.
Mom, a.k.a. “The Mary”