A friend pointed out that I don’t think like a “normal” parent. The point was that I don’t get offended when someone makes a joke. I actually enjoy it and have my own jokes to add.
People have become too sensitive, what is the point of living if you can’t laugh at all that comes with life. It amazes me how many people would rather be miserable and wait with teary eyes for pity. I admit, things will get you down and sometimes it is really hard to see the good in bad situations but do I want my daughter to grow up feeling like she needs pity?
I think every child should learn to laugh at themselves, you can’t walk around being terrified of someone making a joke because of who you are. Accept everything about yourself and those who make jokes just to laugh and not out of hate will appreciate your confidence, those who make jokes out of hate will be surprised by your inability to be bothered.
When I was younger I was anything but normal. I had crazy hair, crazy clothes, and I enjoyed being myself. Obviously I got a lot of crap for it, but I knew what I looked like so it never bothered me. That’s similar to how I want my daughter to feel. I want her to understand that she is different, just like everyone is unique, but I want her to embrace it and love everything that makes her awesome. Because no matter how hard schools and communities attempt to stop bullying, it will always happen, there will always be that one kid that gives your child some sort of problems and the best way to prepare your child for that is to teach them to laugh at it.
An argument I know many may have towards that way of thinking is, “Why make your child feel abnormal?”
My answer is, why not? Why shelter your child from abnormality, telling them they can be just like everyone else when that is the last thing they would want?
I was raised to stand out, to fight for myself, to be stronger than the average person. Life has given me a lot of my strength but my parents pointed me in the right direction. Aurora’s life has already been more difficult than anyone’s I know, she was born with strength but I want to be able to point her in the right direction if she ever needs it. That doesn’t mean shying away from who she is, she should embrace it, laugh about it, find joy in even the most difficult of situations.
It sounds corny but if you’re not laughing, you’re not living.
I gave up making the sad face a long time ago. People expect you to look sad when you are talking about your child’s struggle. I can’t do it, I’m not sad. She is more than I could have wished for, she is perfect in my mind. So when I talk about her, I smile.
No matter what it is I’m talking about, why would I be sad when she is here with me and that is all that matters? I guess I wish other people would stop making the “sad face” too. Like the “I’m sorry for your loss” look that everyone gives when they hear about a dead relative.
Telling someone my daughter is blind does not warrant a “I’m sorry for your loss” look. Maybe I’m odd, maybe I lack some sort of deeper sympathy but I think it’s cool. I met a guy a few years back that became blind at a young age. I’m almost positive I said, “That’s pretty cool.” Why wouldn’t it be?
Like I said, maybe I’m odd but I look at it on the same level as having two left feet, or crazy curly hair. You may never be a dancer but at least you have an excuse to get out of awkward slow dancing at weddings, or sure it takes 10 hours to straighten your hair but I know people who would kill for natural curls.
Sure, you may never drive a car, you won’t see sunsets or sunrises, or your own mommy’s face but there are plenty of sighted people who couldn’t care less about driving, you will find yourself enjoying scents, sounds and tastes that everyone else takes for granted every day and may not even notice AND you will know your mother’s voice so well that you could find her in a room of 1,000 strangers.
That is what is cool about it. It’s cool because there is so much my daughter will know that I will never be able to experience and frankly, I’m a little jealous.
So yeah, I’m not normal but neither is my little girl. We’re unique and maybe a little weird and we love it. ❤