A Figment Of Fitness

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It is all about the journey… whether the journey is a literal trip, or simply the trip from one day to the next, one moment to the next, one heartbeat to the next. This is my journey… my journey from skinny scab kneed tom boy who spent all of her free time either reading about the wonders of other people's lives (hello Ramona the Brave… Hello Stormy Misty's Foal… hello Edgar Allen Poe) or writing all of the unusual things that flutter around in my brain.

I've always been a little left of center… a little more marching to my own drummer than to other people's expectations… I colored outside the lines… I broke my crayons… I LIVED outside of the box… and to this day, I continue to do my own thin, in my own way… deal with it.

Sunset balloon flight

she sees

sun sinking

soon setting

slowly

soft… sweaty

scorching softwood

subordinate skyline

sea sizzles

smooth sundown

snuggly sigh

When my son, Adam, was about 3 years old, we went to see Oglebay Christmas Lights… one of the features was a laser light show… they played wonderful music (Manheim Steamroller) and had fabulous lights dancing on the ceiling… one of the dancing lights was a candy cane but you could see the "cube" that was around it as a very faint outline…

Adam… in his infinite precocious-ness… instantly cracked up the entire audience by saying…

"oooo… mommy… Jello"

and it looked like the finger jello cubes that you can make (and that i used to make often for the kids, particularly when they were feeling crappy)…

Everyone made such a fuss over him because it was such a cute thing to say… and such a true use of his budding imagination.

Easy Peasy…

If I were guaranteed an honest answer, I would ask… what can I do to help my kids deal with reality.

I guess I have done them both a dis-service by raising them to believe that it doesn't matter if you are male of female you can do anything you want to do… dream big and live your dreams. There are no boy toys there are no girl toys there are just toys… Probably not a good idea since the world is what it is… and even today a boy isn't supposed to want to be certain things and a girl isn't supposed to like doing certain other things…

I have raised them to not look at the outside of people but the inside. so they do… but the world doesn't use the same looking glass that they use and the world can find many things to look down on you for. It may be for looking different… it may be for a condition that you have no control over… it may be because you have brown eyes or blue eyes or some other immaterial reason… fact is the world tends to like to find fault with things.

my question would be… how do I help them deal with the fact that their mother is left of center in her ideas of what can and should be rather than realistic and close minded in how it has always been therefore should be…