There's a reason I'm your MOC! I love junk stores, thrift shops and curbside treasures!
Ditto! Such awesome treasures to be found!
When I read this, it made me think of a poem I'd seen on a blog. So I went out and found it again.Loving the Odd ChildCopyright 2006 Anne Allanketner The everyday child needs socks and sandwichesHer hair combed, yesAnd time to play, people to love.The everyday child needs constant careFrom you so keep her warm and kindly sheltered, nourished, held. But it’s caring for the odd one, which makes uswhole again, after long confusions, blunderingand wishing she were normal. Love that little odd child, and you will flowerin unexpected ways, veering off the paththat others gave you, to carved new and tenderterritory in the mysterious, dark wood. Give that little odd child what she needs:a softer lamp light, all day at the zoomArt supplies for breakfast, an earlyExit from the loud party. Maybe she wants things you think are strangeBut just believe in her, let her hold thosetiny tree frogs, let her climb down off your lapto gather strange objects, her weird collections…Her need for books, her fear of peoplecrushing plants, her awkward dislike ofyour friends, her terribly lowpain threshold.Gather each of these up in time, and kiss them.Then put them down in front of her, loved.This is the new path, taking your awayfrom normal and towards your SELF.Towards the life you deeply long forTowards the odd work, the odd lover, the odd house. You were afraid that if you gave into her,There would be no end to itAnd that is trueFor the odd child is a wild and temptingshamaness, who given an inch will rise updancing and gather you in arms and singher throaty off-key melodies as shewinds her way through the wood and steps Into her odd place in the bright and peopled world.There she will shift the balance in some smalland significant way that only she can understandhaving changed you so completely into yourselfshe is unafraidto reinventthe world.
Nice one !
Oh my. Sniff. Sniff.
My mother would put me in water. With some potato's and carrots and an onion or two.
My god, anon. Wow. Simply beautiful.pq
Well, damn, I've done most of those. I don't suck as much as I thought.
And Q, you're killing me. I bet you were delicious.
That was the first time I told my mother to eat me. And it wouldn't be the last.
I love this. q1605 that is so funny. You are amazing. Thanks uspi for posting this. I needed the reminder. Hugs.
That's funny - I used to put Mike in a bath ALL the time when he got cranky. I thought I invented that! Damn, I'm not as smart as i thought.Wish I had a nickle for every time I said THAT.
That was awesome. It reminded me of one of my personal favorites.If I Had My Child to Raise Over AgainIf I had my child to raise over again,I'd finger paint more, and point the finger less.I'd do less correcting, and more connecting.I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.I would care to know less, and know to care more.I'd take more hikes and fly more kites.I'd stop playing serious, and seriously play.I'd run through more fields, and gaze at more stars.I'd do more hugging, and less lugging.I would be firm less often and affirm much more.I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later.I'd teach less about the love of power,and more about the power of love.~Diane LoomansLuckily, I still have a shorty so we are spending this Christmas listening to Strawberry Shortcake and going to Anmerican Girl. It is the best Christmas I ever had. Everyone should feel like they are the center of the universe at least once in their lives.
Brought a tear to my eye, thanks for sharing that. And I fucking LOVE Strawberry Shortcake! Enjoy :)
Strawberry Shortcake's "Berry,Merry Christmas" was purchased at a Goodwill and that I also found this wonderful unicorn thing in a glass ball that sparkles and plays music when you wind it up. There is something about a thrift store that makes you feel today is your lucky day. Like the day I found your website. Thanks for allowing me to share this stuff. There is something about your honesty that makes me feel I can be honest too.
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