Today Facebook reminded me of the post
below from several years ago. And since it appears I never posted this
on my blog, I'm going to do so now:
A mom, sharply, to her daughter, who was skipping, galloping, and chasséing down a store aisle: "Just walk like a normal girl!!"
A heartfelt thank you to my parents for never telling me to do anything like a normal girl. I remember many a dance down a grocery store aisle, and not one was ever reprimanded.
Also today, my parents e-mailed me some photos from when I was a toddler, and as I looked at them, I was reminded of how when I was very little, I'd frequently start the day in a shirt, skirt, and tights, and by the end of the day, photos and home videos would show that my skirt had been shed somewhere along the way and I was happily clothed in just a shirt and my baggy white tights. The skirt had no doubt gotten in the way somewhere along my day of running and dancing and somersaulting and adventuring, and so off it went (hopefully not in a grocery store aisle, but who knows). It was a great look, really. I'm not sure why it never caught on in the fashion world.
I'm sure many little girls do this, but as I sat looking at the photos, wearing leggings and a Disney T-shirt, I realized I haven't changed much since then. I just substituted leggings for the tights and dispensed with the skirt all together. And as I type this, one leg is hanging over the armrest of the couch, as has been usual since I was little. Thankfully, my parents never told me I had to be normal. I can't do "normal." I don't get "normal."
Perhaps that's why my cat is such a weirdo. He thinks he's a dog and barks and growls and chases balls and jumps for them, and when he wants you to play with him he'll hug your arm tightly with both of his front legs and lightly bite your shoulder. He's definitely not normal. I tell him that frequently, but I mean it as a compliment. I'll never tell him to be normal. We're perfect for each other.
And though I look up and down a grocery store aisle before I do it now, I'll never stop dancing down grocery store aisles either.
A mom, sharply, to her daughter, who was skipping, galloping, and chasséing down a store aisle: "Just walk like a normal girl!!"
A heartfelt thank you to my parents for never telling me to do anything like a normal girl. I remember many a dance down a grocery store aisle, and not one was ever reprimanded.
Also today, my parents e-mailed me some photos from when I was a toddler, and as I looked at them, I was reminded of how when I was very little, I'd frequently start the day in a shirt, skirt, and tights, and by the end of the day, photos and home videos would show that my skirt had been shed somewhere along the way and I was happily clothed in just a shirt and my baggy white tights. The skirt had no doubt gotten in the way somewhere along my day of running and dancing and somersaulting and adventuring, and so off it went (hopefully not in a grocery store aisle, but who knows). It was a great look, really. I'm not sure why it never caught on in the fashion world.
I'm sure many little girls do this, but as I sat looking at the photos, wearing leggings and a Disney T-shirt, I realized I haven't changed much since then. I just substituted leggings for the tights and dispensed with the skirt all together. And as I type this, one leg is hanging over the armrest of the couch, as has been usual since I was little. Thankfully, my parents never told me I had to be normal. I can't do "normal." I don't get "normal."
Perhaps that's why my cat is such a weirdo. He thinks he's a dog and barks and growls and chases balls and jumps for them, and when he wants you to play with him he'll hug your arm tightly with both of his front legs and lightly bite your shoulder. He's definitely not normal. I tell him that frequently, but I mean it as a compliment. I'll never tell him to be normal. We're perfect for each other.
And though I look up and down a grocery store aisle before I do it now, I'll never stop dancing down grocery store aisles either.
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