My 10yo: “Someone told me I was weird today. So I told them ‘thank-you, in our family, weird is a compliment.’ And then they told me they wanted to be part of our family!! Isn’t that awesome??”
Being weird is highly encouraged in our home. It’s something we take pride in!! According to my little darlings, they tell people daily, that, weird is the new awesome!! I just LOVE it!! They indeed get it honest!! From me!! I tell my girls that I get my weirdness from my dad, which is very true, but the majority of my nonsense, stems from an irrational obnoxious craziness bond I have with my twin sister. When we are together, nonsensical mayhem commences. It’s true. You can ask anyone that knows us. Get us with our older sister and it’s pure insanity!! We are a random different breed of weird. Not everyone gets it, but we don’t care. Well, I’ve instilled that nonsensical weirdness into my children, and I just adore it. My hubby usually just shakes his head at us and makes some sort of “they didn’t get that from me” comment. It’s pretty much fantastic!! And the best part of all, the girls love it too!! YAY!!
And like I said HERE on FB, (if you don’t follow me on FB, and want to improve your stalking skills, here’s the LINK), my usual send off to my kids, when I drop them off at school, goes a little something like this:
Me: (after praying with them) “GET OUT!!!” (Yes, I’m shouting at the top of my lungs, and yes, I get hateful stares from the teachers/kids that are there to open the car doors…it’s wonderful!!!)
My girls: “Mooooommm, why do you keep doing that?!?” (Smiles of fantastic embarrassment.)
Me: “Mkay, go be weird today.”
8yo: “Yes, we know, but don’t lose friends.”
Me: “No, lose friends, then find friends who can appreciate your kind of weird.”
10yo: (rolling her pre-pubecent eyes) “Yes, we know. Mkay, bye.”
Me: “Havings great daytimes!! Lovings you!! Buh-Bye now!! I SAID BUH-BYE!!! (Or a pleasant, “Goodbye Dahlings. Have a lovely day! Mummy loves you!!”) (All in a randomly chosen accent and I’m usually yelling this as they walk away from the car!! It’s so delightfully weird and I get to start their day off with a smile!!)
My 6yo usually responds in some terrific way using whichever accent I choose.
Yes, I do this. Or variations of this.
Every. Single. Morning.