Yesterday I had my eureka moment, a fellow home educating Mama of mine posted this delightful guest blog by Sacha Davis about her weird kid on facebook, which is where I tend to keep up with a lot of my favourite people at the moment.

I read it whilst watching Edward spin on the spot in front of the T.V while I caught up on Eastenders and do you know what happened? I said to myself, in his voice “it’s OK Mum, I’m a weird kid. I’m YOUR weird kid”,

He was right, he is weird. Last week he wouldn’t leave the house without his pirate hat because he was Captain Hook and then he decided Hook wasn’t quite right, handed me his hat and declared he was Peter Pan and he wanted me to help him catch his shadow.
I smile to myself when I hear him sing songs from Frozen, because my internal soundtrack has them on repeat and it’s nice to have someone to sing along with. I laugh when he whispers Bumcrackalacka in my ear, especially because his Dad taught him both a new word and a new way to get Mummy to crease over.
I kind of have a face palm moment when he licks the wall or door, or the side of the counter fridge in the supermarket. I’m a little shamefaced in front of the shop assistant when he looks at her pleased as punch and smiling, proud of his achievement tells her ”I licked it”

I mentally tell her,” it’s OK lady, he’s a weird kid.”

But then I look back and remember. I used to talk to myself, full blown conversations about anything that cropped up. I’d sleep on the top step of the staircase when my Mum and Dad went out, leaving us with a babysitter. I’d swing as high as I could on the swings just so I could stick my tongue out mid swing to catch the air as it went past.

I was a weird kid.

So, Mum’s and Dad’s of the tinterwebs, stand up and be proud of that weird kid. Be proud that you created a unique individual who refuses to conform and will always be a weird kid. Weird kids rock, if you don’t believe me ask Mozart.