A Weird Kid Lesson

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Fear, sadness and anger I understand. Shame on the other hand I do not... That stupid idea of "oh be careful, what will people think if they find out...". I truly believe with every cell in my body that there is NOTHING more useless than shame. Fear, sadness and anger are all part of humanity's obstacles to overcome through life, but SHAME is not even a real obstacle. You see, I understand that there are introverts and extroverts in life, I also understand that some parents tend to raise their kids to think the world judges them and therefore you need "approval". And I strongly disagree.


Social media proves that out there you will find awful people that are louder than the amazing majority of positive human beings that exist to support and not judge. Homophobia, racism, stereotyping, the list goes on about these minorities of negative humans that scream and shout and expect the world to support their points of view and in that process stand over people who just want to succeed in their lives and don't mind other people's business. 

I want to give you guys a great example based on a true story of how to correctly raise a weird kid:

A married couple sat in a park in Denmark while their kid played around in the grass while his imagination gave way to an epic battle between his lego's and the environment that he directed. He was a hyperactive crazy, question asking kind of kid (so, basically, like many others out there). Suddenly the kid was brought back to reality by a man who kindly told him he could not play around the chairs that were being placed in the park. His mother called him back to play near them so that she could watch him and he would not bother the nice music orchestra that was setting up to play an outdoors concert on that nice summer afternoon. Not understanding quite well what was actually happening he obediently went to where his mother was. He went back to his imagination and lego's for a bit and suddenly something FAR more important...

Suddenly he was drowned in happiness coming from near by... The orchestra started playing. Of course there were many other people at the park that day and many more came to enjoy the concert; but he felt as though that concert was all just for him. It was too much, even though he was completely frozen and stunned from the feeling of music, he felt like there was something he had to do... As naturally as anything a kid feels and does, he reacted. Found the park stone stool nearest to the orchestra, got on it... and started to wave his arms as though he was the director of the music that had entranced him... Some laughed at first, and then joined the rest of the audience in supporting him with a smile, admiring the passion of this kid that was so out of place that he actually... Fit right in with the amazing music performance that was taking place.

Admire your weird kid. Support the awkwardness he has because hidden in it, lies his passion and courage.

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