Your Parents are so Weird

Your Parents are So Weird

Written by: Trisha Moser


“Your parents are so weird.”

I was seventeen-years-old, and I heard that a lot.

“My parents don’t act like your parents.”

We never had a normal definition of family. Family to us meant anyone that needs a safe haven. So our house was constantly overflowing with our friends and other people that I had never seen before, and once in a while I would come home to a new cat running around.

My dad was constantly bringing home weird stuff that he found at work, and it seemed like my mom had an endless supply of turtlenecks and sweatshirts bedazzled with puffy paint snowmen.

My parents weren’t afraid to have necessary, and occasionally awkward, talks with me in front of my friends. If I was getting ready to go out with friends and I hadn’t done my chores, they weren’t going to put that conversation off. My parents brought it up, informed me that I could go, but the next day I would be doing extra chores, reminded me that they loved me, and then proceeded to tease me about the boy I was dating. This all could be happening within two minutes of walking in our back door.

Like I said…we weren’t normal.

So when someone said, “Your parents are so weird,” I was never sure which thing they were talking about.

“Oh I know,” I would respond. “She really loves that shirt, and he just found that weird hook thing at work today.”

But what always amazed me was that those things that I found strange were not the things my friends were thinking about. It was that last part. The part about how they could correct me, tease me, and love me all in the same conversation.

“Your parents are so weird. I think you just got in trouble, but they didn’t yell at you, or make you feel bad about yourself, or get mad. They just loved you.”

My parents were weird. If my friends thought that love and correction didn’t go together, then they needed to see how right the weirdness was.

My friends loved being at my house. My parents teased and loved on my friends just as much as they did their own kids. They still call my friends by their strange nicknames from middle school and laugh about the crazy things that we thought were so cool.

My parents are still weird. We still bring home people for Christmas and Thanksgiving who don’t have a place to go, and they still tease and love them all.

So I challenge you, fellow warriors in this Battle of Parenthood, be wonderfully weird. Love your kids so hard they are embarrassed. Dare to be their parent instead of their friend. Invite those in that don’t have a place. Wear your favorite old clothes and show them your treasures. Correct, love, tease, and hug them (and their friends)! Let’s not be normal. Let’s all be weird together!

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