Today is a day to write to something that I have never met.
Dear Normal,
You do not know me and I have merely heard of you. I married at 19, 23 and 30. I have two children seven years apart and different as can be. One is an over achiever in every way, the other autistic and rarely given the chance to show what she can really do.
To me you are a setting on the dryer, a word that is carelessly tossed around. Who is to say what defines normal? The day to day is different for everyone, mine is hectic even on a peaceful day.
The amount of chaos only varies but never ceases. I hope to meet you one day, but until then I'll enjoy my strange life without need for conventional pigeon holds.
Dear Normal,
You do not know me and I have merely heard of you. I married at 19, 23 and 30. I have two children seven years apart and different as can be. One is an over achiever in every way, the other autistic and rarely given the chance to show what she can really do.
To me you are a setting on the dryer, a word that is carelessly tossed around. Who is to say what defines normal? The day to day is different for everyone, mine is hectic even on a peaceful day.
The amount of chaos only varies but never ceases. I hope to meet you one day, but until then I'll enjoy my strange life without need for conventional pigeon holds.
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