Sunday, December 24, 2017

Mom was Creative

Mom always embraced the unusual things that I was interested in when I was growing up. Whenever people called me weird or strange at school, she would always tell me that I wasn't weird, that I was "uniquely creative".
She was emphatic about this.
That it wasn't a bad thing. That it was okay to be not like everyone else, to be weird. She encouraged it in a lot of ways.
One of my memories of this was when I got into acting when I was little. I was such as a theatrical kid.  And Mom dove in head-first with me, into the theater world and theater programs I found and joined.
If I wanted to dance around, she would dance around, too. She supported the behind-the-scenes of almost all of the plays and performances in which I participated. She helped people with lines, she worked on costumes and decorations. She learned the music.
She always wanted to find the quirky joy with me. She would sing songs that were funny or new (or at least new and original for her).
Or she would find original stuff for us to try or make - she was so crafty.
She always encouraged us to be creative and not be hindered by our self-doubt.

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