My kid is a weirdo

My kid is weird. Yes, I said he is weird. Actually, both of my kids could be considered weird, and I love it. Since they were toddlers, I have been telling them that being weird is the way to go. So if you were to walk up to them today and tell them they’re weird, they’d say, “thank you.”

I don’t think I fully understood it then, but when I taught them to embrace being weird (aka out of the ordinary), I guess I wanted to give them the gift of not caring what other people thought of them, especially since I cared so much about what other people thought of me. So I took something that could be used against them and made it a positive quality.