Passions of an Odd Chick

Friday, September 5, 2008

An Early Odd Chick

This is probably the first picture that verifies that I am/was a very Odd Chick. I had the starring role as the ugly duckling in this performance and I can remember being very proud to play that role. (that's a duck bill on my head and I have an unseen feathery fluffly tail that I waggled at the audience at the end of my dance).

Odd Chicks don't just happen you know.

Nope, they are raised to believe they can be play ugly and love it.

They're taken to ballet classes, piano lessons, tennis lessons, dressed up for pictures, and generally doted over by a tribe of loving people.

They are taught that the world is a friendly place, that people are good, and that gratefulness is at the heart of everything in life.

They are provided not just the things they need, but most of what they want. They are cared for emotionally, and nurtured spiritually.

And when she had a passion for blue birds, she got bluebird books. And when she had a passion to sew, she got a sewing machine and all the material she could use to make short-suit sets for the summer. And when she collected piggy-banks- she had 3 shelves of them. And every passion is met with enthusiasm and applauded and encouraged.

She was raised with an abundance mentality - that love never runs out.

And when an Odd Chick grows up, she doesn't mind being odd because someone said she was unique and not like everybody else, and special. And proved it to her by their actions.

Love has never, ever run out in her life.

Thanks to all those that love an odd chick.





13 comments:

linda said...

wow, I am speechless with this but not because I can relate...I can't ... not even close unfortunately but am very happy you had such a blessed childhood!

xox

Shelley said...

So cute! Thanks for reminding me why I do all those same things for my sweet girls. I want them to be Odd Chicks who see no limits! I may add a link to this post...Have a great weekend!

Ruth Hull Chatlien said...

What a lovely post. I'm so glad you're were encouraged to be yourself. What a rare gift that is.

Odd Chick said...

Just a note: For those who were raised by good parents, there is some survivor's guilt for those who weren't. I'm sorry if this post causes any of those wounded by their own caretakers to compare wistfully their own painful childhoods. But I also know that I can't wordlessly take for granted my very blessed one.

A said...

Ahhh.... this odd chick is in happy tears from reading this post. I love you... and we need an odd chick weekend!

linda said...

I wanted to reiterate again here to you my apologies if I gave you the wrong impression and created "survivor's guilt", a term I have not heard before. I am thrilled your youth was so happy and hope the same for my children and grandchildren~wonderful and happy memories of times gone by.

you are very blessed indeed and seem filled with gratitude for all of it...

much love...

Paula Villanova said...

Thank you for sharing your feelings of appreciation for all that is wonderful in this life. This posting was really uplifting.

Jeannelle said...

Wow.....what a great post! One every parent should read and heed!! Just exactly right on you are about this subject!

Your photo is SO cute.....just too bad we can't see the tail!

cottonpicker said...

Sweet post - no, don't you dare feel guilty about having caring people in your life support all your ambitions. Cute legs.....

Vanessa said...

Very sweet post!

I came to you from my cousin, Shelley's blog..

Thanks for sharing.

Karin said...

your abundance shines through - you are SO adorable!!!
xoxK

Kimmie said...

What a lovely observation - of yourself - and all us other odd chicks out here :)

I am working hard to raise 3 little odd chicks right now - thank you for the reminders on what it takes ....

AMY said...

WOW! I love this. I just found your blog and could spend hours enjoying your art and writing. I am working on raising my boys to be confident enough to enjoy being ODD!