July 8, 2024
My Dearest Kate:
Happy, Happy 17th Birthday!
You woke up this morning, and while the world changed for me (how can you really be 17?!!), you ate a bagel, grabbed your clothes, and headed out the door to your job as a barista. Time to make the doughnuts.
You have always been a person that gets the job done-quietly, intentionally and consistently.
This past year has been such a marvel to watch your choices. You made the hard but good decision to release dance to make time for costume design for Duchesne's productions of Annie and a Midsummer Nights Dream along with Kent Bellow's mentorship program. Seeing your creations come to life in fashion, Cosplay, 3-D art, painting, embroidery, and even in Madrid as you created ceramic art is so inspiring.
Speaking of Spain, it was so much fun when you came home to listen to your stories of castles, museums, food, fashion, art, history....and...to receive all of your texts in Spanish. It seems as though this will be the first of many stamps on your passport and that you found the hunger to see more of the world.
And, of course, this has been an amazingly liberating year of driving--to school, to work, to have dinner with friends, to grab late night Sonic and to feel the freedom of going where you want to go with the ability to do so. Thank you for carpooling your little sister around, grabbing stuff for us at the grocery store and for taking your time on the road.
And now, here we are, inches away from senior year. A final year at Duchesne with lots of hard, good classes, a final semester to build your portfolio, the last musical and play costume curations, and of course, big decisions about where to apply to college and what makes good sense. And, as you embark upon all of this, and the seemingly endless conversations we've had as a family about them, I want you to remember a few things...you've always been a maker...
And a reader...
And a dancer...
And a sewer...
And because all of these amazing parts are inside of you, you don't have to worry about losing them or accentuating one over the other. Instead, trust that you will always be a maker--no matter what you study in college, or where you go, or who you meet, or which classes you take, or what your degree says. You were born to make beauty.
So, as we do this senior year/college thing together, I promise to stand by your side, and love you as it all unfolds--no matter how it unfolds. And when you're unsure, I'll be here with really good coffee and a bear hug--because in the end, it's not what you major in, what your business card says, the street you live on, or the amount of money you make-it's about how you treat others, the ways you remain curious and interested in the world, and the opportunities you take, imperfectly, to manifest your joy, your color, your idea, your hope into the world. And knowing that, I'm not worried one bit.
You are the greatest gift, and our family is so blessed to have your humor, your wit, your love, and your light. Keep shining in your weird, unique, beautiful, only you way, and we'll keep basking in the beauty.
All my love, always,
Mom
