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Understanding Uniqueness Universally: #atozchallenge for April 25, 2017

Slices of An Unschooling Life Theme Reveal Post

Today’s Poetry Type:

Unique (free verse)

 

Our Uniqueness a Gift

Four people all living in one small house

Strong willed and distinctly inimitable

Each one of us unique and individual.

It might seem like a recipe for disaster

Four people, one small house

No rules, no chores, no punishments –

How peaceful can our lives be?

My teenaged son is bigger than me

And a daughter in the midst of puberty?

When there’s no control that we enforce

No parental limits arbitrarily imposed

The teenaged rebellion must be rampant –

Rebellion needs something to push against

Some limit too tight to be borne or accepted

The concrete cracks as the seedling’s growth surges.

Instead, each of us is free to be as we are

Safe and embraced in all our originality

Our uniqueness a gift that creates a happy family.

Just being herself... Seagull Girl on the Oregon Coast, with Sheet, her   beloved fabric companion. Age 10, February 2015. 
Just being herself… Seagull Girl on the Oregon Coast, with Sheet, her   beloved fabric companion. Age 10, February 2015. 

When I was growing up, my parents espoused my being myself… so long as who I was pleased them. For instance, if my writing, or my conversational skills, impressed other adults, they were laudable. I was encouraged to share. But when my writing consumed me when I “should” be playing outside or doing homework, or when I wanted to talk when they didn’t want to hear me, it was a different matter.

The impression I often got was that it was OK to be me, so long as “me” was convenient and conformed to their expectations.

Normally placid and easygoing, this boy has a warrior side, too! At Unschoolers Rock the Campground, age 8.
Normally placid and easygoing, this boy has a warrior side, too! At Unschoolers Rock the Campground, age 8.

Here, it’s a different life. Sometimes who our children are isn’t exactly what we might wish. Sometimes, when they were smaller, who they were meant that I didn’t go somewhere I wanted to, because they didn’t. Sometimes it means that I let my daughter paint my nails, not because I want them painted, but because she loves to paint them. Sometimes it means I don’t see my son for a day, because he needs solitude.

Sometimes, like this weekend, it means I drive hundreds of miles, because they need to spend time with friends who live in other states.

Incognito? Not so much! But sometimes you just want to wear a pink plushtache to an outdoor performance of A Midsummer Night's Dream! August 2014,Skidmore College, Saratoga Springs, NY; age 10.
Incognito? Not so much! But sometimes you just want to wear a pink plushtache to an outdoor performance of A Midsummer Night’s Dream! August 2014,Skidmore College, Saratoga Springs, NY; age 10.

It sounds one-sided, but it’s not. My kids accept my passions for Star Trek, writing, and Hamilton. They respect that while they and I tend to be nocturnal, their father keeps a more conventional schedule, and, as they get older, they need less reminding to keep nighttime noise down. They offer small kindnesses, and consider others’ needs, personal preferences, and quirks.

In accepting our children as they are, we’ve given them the tools to accept others as they are, too.

Do you cherish and respect the uniqueness in your loved ones?

How about yourself?

If you don’t, are there ways you could more fully embrace what makes you or your loved one a unique individual?

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Verily, I say unto thee…come back tomorrow, and indulge in some of life’s spice… variety!

The kind of friend who lets younger kids decorate him with sand....just because.
The kind of friend who lets younger kids decorate him with sand….just because.

Author:

I am myself. I own my life, and live with three other people who own theirs. My intention is to do only those things that bring me joy, and to give myself wholly to those things I do. Writing has been my passion throughout my life, and this will become the home for my writing life...because it brings me great joy!

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