It’s been a long, slow path towards the “weird, unsocialized homeschooler” finish line, but I think we might have crossed it. Granted, it was the three-year-old, and she hasn’t actually been in school yet; she has no schoolish habits to unlearn or certain ways of thinking to redo. I suspect it counts, however.
I got ambitious with a side salad recently and introduced the kids to avocado. (For the record, it was not a hit.) Once the salad was made, I was left with the pit. Washed and dried, an avocado seed is a beautiful thing: smooth, round, just the right size to hold in your hand. I called the little one over to show her–out of all the kids, I knew she’d be the one to appreciate it the most.
I wasn’t wrong. “Ohhhhh…..” She was in awe. Then she looked at me. “Can I have it?”
“Sure!” This is my child who is forever bringing home rocks, sticks, pine cones, you name it–we refer to them as her “pretties.” It didn’t surprise me at all that she asked to keep it.
Then it got a little….quirky: she carried it around talking to it until dinner. Still, again, not that out-of-the ordinary for her. Everything is a living creature in her world; I’ve seen her play with my measuring cups and turn them into a family. All the stuff in the nail file kit is also fair game. So “Baby Avocado” didn’t seem out of the realm of possibility.
And then after dinner she asked me to draw a face on it. At that point I had to admit we’d crossed a line: my kid is carrying around an avocado seed with a face drawn on it, snuggled into a cotton-filled box with a fabric scrap blanket.
Welcome to weird. I have to admit it’s kind of fun here.