“Just stand like a normal person so I can get a quick picture before you leave with your friends.”
What’s NORMAL Mom?
“It’s not making faces at me and just standing still so we can be quick.”
Why do you want to take pictures of me anyway?
“Because I want to remember you just like this at 11. My brain in getting mushy and old so I want pictures to remember 11.”
Well then you need to remember that I wasn’t normal at 11.
Because nobody is normal. Normal doesn’t exist. Normal is nothing. I’m me. Just me and for sure not normal.
“Really? Do you like being not-normal?”
Yep – it’s always good to be not normal. Maybe we should not even say normal anymore. Maybe everyone should just be weird. Because EVERYBODY IS WEIRD! I’m weird. So weird. I like being weird. I like weird friends. I like weird people. What if we just replaced the word “normal” with “weird” and then like nothing else would matter. Because you’d be all “Hey, act weird(instead of normal) and I’d be all like “No problem” – I can just stand here and I’m weird because I am weird and then everyone would laugh. Because the word “weird” is kind of weird, right?
I KNOW, right? See, now I can pose “weird” for you – because I don’t know what normal means. But weird – everybody can love being weird. Normal is nothing.
“So we should remove normal from all the books, all the dictionaries, all of our vocabularies?”
I think everyone would get along better if we did. Normal makes me worry, makes me compare, makes me feel bad. Weird makes me happy and I like when people call me weird. I like people who like being weird.
“Sometimes I wonder why you’ve never had the girl drama at school like I did growing up, or like I hear about from my friends and their tweens lately. Why do you think you don’t or I don’t hear about it at your school?”
Because we’re all weird mom. And we like being weird. I think people worry and feel jealous when they try to be and define normal. When it’s not their normal. I’ll never be normal because it doesn’t exist. So I don’t think anyone else is normal either. I find their weird thing. I have lots of weird things. My friends and I laugh about all of the weird things.
“I love you.”
Because I’m weird?
“Because you’re you.”
So do you want just one ‘normal’ pose. Your definition of a ‘normal’ pose?
“No because I don’t think there’s such thing as a normal pose anymore.”
I can stand still you know. For you.
But now I’ve got to dance again because I’m weird.