Dear Miley Cyrus,
I know you have absolutely no reason to listen to me. You consider yourself cutting edge, and I’m anything but.
On Monday, my children let me know how completely out of touch I am when I asked what “twerking” is. They laughed and took on those incredulous voices that children always use to indicate that their parents are absolutely the most uncool people in the whole world.
“You really don’t know what it is?” they asked.
I admitted I didn’t, and my 15-year-old son couldn’t stop laughing at me, My 12-year-old daughter took pity and explained.
I didn’t even have to ask Kendall how she knew about the provocative style of dancing.
She was born in 2001 and has never lived in a world without the internet or reality television or “celebrities” who will do almost anything to remain in the spotlight.
Fortunately, she was also born into a family that values what we contribute to society more than what we get from it.
After being sucked into all the hype surrounding your performance at the VMA awards on Sunday night, I actually watched your performance online.
I certainly can’t add anything new to all the reaction, but I can give you a piece of motherly advice: you will NEVER be happy if you seek your self-worth from the attention of others.
I know you are being told that any publicity is good publicity. I understand that you are trying to break out of your Hannah Montana image. I can even relate to how much fun being the center of attention can be.
But I also know that none of that really matters.
Fame and money can never buy happiness. The more you get, the more you crave. And the more you crave, the more willing you will be to do whatever it takes to get the next rush. It’s like a drug, and it doesn’t get you respect or make you happy. Instead, it simply makes you more and more self-absorbed.
True happiness is rooted in the acceptance of simplicity. It’s about appreciating the people who truly care about us. It’s about learning to laugh at how ridiculous life is but embracing it anyway. And it’s about recognizing that helping others always makes us feel good.
If we really want to be happy, we focus more on others and less on ourselves.
I know you don’t care what I have to say, but I am extremely fortunate that my own adolescent daughter, who was never a fan of yours, does.
After she told me what twerking is, she said, “There’s a reason I never liked Hannah Montana. I knew she was just pretending, and I don’t like pretenders. You should tell other moms to watch out for that.”
My 12-year-old daughter has a point, but people like you who try to fabricate their happiness will probably never understand it.
I’m just glad both of my children do.