It's late and I'm a little melancholy. It's times like these when the wieght of motherhood weighs heavily. Especially for these kids, the ones who are always a little off kilter. They don't have a natural niche, an easy friendship. They must prove themselves over and over again, or adapt themselves to be someone they are not. Pretend to be dumb, pretend to not care about the things that give them passion, make them weird.
Kids they think they are safe with see a slice of the real child and turn on them, citing their weirdness, pointing out that they are a step behind or ahead of everyone else's drummer. How do you parent that? How do you wipe the tears when you know they face a lifetime of being odd, different, off kilter? How do you give them a thick enough skin to ignore all of the crap and dance their dance and just not worry what other tunes are playing? After spending a life of trying yourself to to fit in and never finding purchase, how do you teach them it's OK to be unique?
I'll probably erase this after I get some sleep.