When was the first time that you realized that your home was not like other people’s homes? (Guest Post by Catherine Gildiner, author of After the Falls) (This was the NaBloPoMo writing prompt for November 9th)
I’m too foggy-headed to remember anything as detailed or as witty as a ‘first time’ but I can list a few things along the way that make us stand out.
~ We have a family anthem sung to the tune of the Addams Family.
~ The time I wrestled with my then 5 year old son and pinned him and asked him if he thought his friends and their mothers acted like this and he emphatically said, “NO!” (while laughing, of course).
~ The fact that we describe ourselves as _Country Geek_ is probably not average.
~ Doing Chinese Fire Drills as a family probably won’t get us on the cover of _Family Circle_ either.
~ Homeschooling in and of itself put us in a minor category.
~ I’ve stated that my autobiography will be entitled, _’My life is a musical’,_ many, many times. (and I’m not a singer)
~ Our children are convinced that our dinner table discussions are enough to qualify us for our own sitcom.
~ Talk has existed about careers for my children that include a belly dancer (my son, is the victim of that one, and deservedly so!), a head-banging rock star, a mad scientist/doctor, and a professional origamist (yes, I looked that one up, people).