Now you are sixteen...

Dear Egg,

Sixteen, eh? Bloody hell. I'll presume now it feels like we met
yesterday - although I doubt you feel that too.

Sorry about the school thing. I really hope you enjoyed it, made
friends and memories, had fun and generally love it more than I ever
did. I don't blame you if you want to leave, whatever your decision I
will be proud of you.

How's your heart? Still in one piece I hope, though sixteen can be
rough on it. Have sex like there's no tomorrow, take reasonable
precautions and fall as stupidly in love as you want. It's all great
practice for later, trust me.

Never forget that I'll be on hand to listen to your triumphs and
disaster, but of I promise I will never pry or tell you anything you
don't want to.

Your room's probably a shithole . Go and tidy up and then go and get
riotously drunk. I'll see you through the hangover, if you like - just
get bladdered, you're sixteen for God's sake!

Love you bud, I'm so proud of you -

Your humble,

Mother
xxxxxx