Operation Sweet Sixteen

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Tonight I went to a Sweet Sixteen party. I wasn’t feeling well and wasn’t in the mood, but I went because the girl is special and deserves to have everyone she loves help her celebrate. Her parents rented a small hall and hired a DJ. And ONLY ONE OF HER FRIENDS SHOWED UP!

The poor girl was devastated – hurt by her so-called friends and embarrassed in front of her family. It took me back to the heartbreak of being a teen. I am sure we all have some not-so-nice memories of that day. For me, it was around that age that the group of friends I had for years decided I wasn’t one of them any more. I found new (and most decidedly better) friends, but that didn’t take the pain away.

We’re all grown up and we can look back on those days and know that we didn’t deserve it – that those kind of people aren’t friends anyway. We know that people like that aren’t worth feeling bad over. But that’s now – five and ten and fifteen and twenty and OMG I’M OLD years later. But when you’re sixteen and it’s happening to you, it feels like the end of the world.

I’m asking if you will help me.

I think it would be a really amazing gesture if I could get a bunch of people from all over the place to send this girl a birthday card and let her know how special and awesome she is.

Here is the thing: I DON’T want the cards to mention the party or her friends – I DON’T WANT IT TO COME ACROSS AS PITY! Also – I DON’T want the cards to mention me at all – again – I don’t want it to seem like pity, and also I think that if they all come without any mention of how they got there, it will be more magical – like she has guardian angels all around the country who are looking out for her.

If you would be willing to help out with this project, please leave a comment, or email me at sugarmag at live dot com. If I can get at least ten people to do this (the more the better – I want to send her as much magic and kindness as we can) and I will send you the info.

All you need to do is send a birthday card (or even just a note)that wishes her a happy sixteenth birthday and tells her she is special or awesome, or any other good thought (while not mentioning me or the party or her friends). You can sign your 1st name and city (Jane from Pittsburgh) Or just leave it anonymous if you want.

Think of how fun it is to get unexpected mail. Now put yourself in her shoes and imagine how fun it would be to get a SHITLOAD of unexpected mail.

Let’s make someone’s day!

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About sugarmag

Forty-sdjhfkjsdhfkjsdh year old mom of 2 - a 18 year old boy and a 11 year old girl. I love them very much, but they drive me crazy. I'm married and work full-time. I'm not sure which of these is the most exhausting, but probably the husband. I'm opinionated. I'm outspoken. I'm loud. I'm an over-sharer. I think Tom Cruise is a jackass. I like to say jackass. I like to swear, period. Fuckers. I love to read. I struggle with my weight. I love my job. I dress my pets up and ridicule them regularly. I am not afraid to cut my hair and I don't understand people who are. I hate getting old. I love to laugh. Make me laugh, OK?

14 responses »

  1. I'm in. I am so glad you thought of this for her!My teen nephew's 1st girlfriend just dumped him. I have no idea what to say to him to help him see that there is life after her-he is already a troubled young man. I remember how bad high school was….(when it was bad…it was very very bad, when it was good..it was great–NO in between)and High school love was worse.I would love to help this girl smile!ChickLitLisa

  2. I keep trying to understand how this happened. I can understand how a girl can only have one real friend, but how could she have been so terribly deceived that she had more? That poor kid. Yeah count me in.

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