tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975015505216189982.post9128046138205507464..comments2023-10-26T07:37:00.063-07:00Comments on I Love You, Currie: Currie's Gratitude 13 November 2012Currie Silverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16502798362838891569noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975015505216189982.post-77453928036101117702012-11-13T19:17:18.707-08:002012-11-13T19:17:18.707-08:00Yes, yes, yes, yes YES!! Beautiful words and pheno...Yes, yes, yes, yes YES!! Beautiful words and phenomenal art, too. I am so grateful my daughter and her friends are so completely happy with being themselves (which means being different from many of the other kids at school.) I hope our generation learned most of those lessons for the kids coming along behind us.<br /><br />Thoughtful, reflective, lovely.<br /><br />I am grateful AEDM brought me to your blog post! (<a href="http://juliejordanscott.typepad.com/julie_unplugged/2012/11/eleanoradelaidethesaurus.html" rel="nofollow"> If you would like to see my post from today, it is here. </a>)Julie Jordan Scotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06558015761690505791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975015505216189982.post-84930072448865312592012-11-13T06:34:39.339-08:002012-11-13T06:34:39.339-08:00Being a "different" sort of person who i...Being a "different" sort of person who is raising "different" kids, I have lots of conversation about this very subject with my 17yo. She's realized the superficial pointless futility in being a high school fashion star. She simultaneously rolls her eyes at the fake tans and ugg boots and yet she feels rejected, empty, tossed aside when those same people don't value her. <br /><br />So we talk about how different is not bad. A rejection of the norm just means you're at the ends of the bell curve, you've not wrong or abnormal. I tell her to find herself, revel in herself, because someday the rest of the world will grow up and there will be people who see her for what she is and love her for it. In the meantime, be kind.<br /><br />I also understand your thoughts about being alone, about there being no interest. After a horrendous marriage I was a single mom for many years. And nobody wanted me. I perceived it as rejection, of course, and there's really no word that can adequately capture that feeling of being completely invisible, unwanted, unloved, unvalued. But I know now it was a perception on my part, and temporary. I am loved. I am wanted. I just hadn't yet met the right connections. But you know? I miss that alone time. Cherish it.<br /><br />Your bones are not unworthy. (I mean, you know that, but still.)It's all an illusion. You are loved. Deeply loved. By the universe. By your friends. By people you don't even know yet. Life is fantastic that way. Different is so much better. So very much.<br /><br />Ginger Davis Allman (The Blue Bottle Tree)https://www.blogger.com/profile/01028278131137004478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8975015505216189982.post-63099622768767510572012-11-13T05:40:28.423-08:002012-11-13T05:40:28.423-08:00Wonderful creation ~ wonderful post and such truth...Wonderful creation ~ wonderful post and such truth! ~ (A Creative Harbor) ^_^carol l mckennahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06151914466378663660noreply@blogger.com