My Kids Are Weird, That’s Why I Love Them

My Kids Are Weird, That’s Why I Love Them

When I tell my daughter she’s weird she says, “but that’s why you love me”. Normal parents might read this and wonder why I would say something like that to my kids. Don’t worry, I’ll explain. But first know this:

Kids acting weird

My wife likes to tell people the story of me meeting our kids. Mostly because she is still shocked by it herself. I believe the first words out of my mouth were something along the lines of “I pity you”. Here’s the thing you have to understand, I was a 21 year old walking into a house of children and animals. Because I was use to my bubble of organization and cleanliness, the craziness was overwhelming. The kids had so much energy and nothing to do with it.




That first day I decided a race to the fence and back would be a perfect way to get rid of some of that extra energy. The result of this bright idea? I learned just how uncoordinated they were, all three of them. They tripped over themselves, over each other, over the dog. They ran in zig zags and backward and sideways. The whole time just laughing away. In that moment, I knew I loved my kids. They were weird, still are. But I don’t want them to go a day in their lives being anything but weird.

Ferg and kids acting weird

I’m not sure if I’m meant for them or they’re meant for me but we definitely belong together. Our weirdness even baffles my wife at times. Conversations quickly escalate from talking to singing to crazy dancing. We laugh together at inside jokes that even we don’t get. We like making funny faces at each other and embarrassing each other in public. Weirdo, butthead, and crazy are typical nicknames we have for each other. We’re anything but normal.  

my family being weird

We live in a society where everyone is suppose to conform. We all are expected to act a certain way, to be a certain way. Due to this, we as a society lack creativity and independence.  I don’t want that for my kids. On the first day of school I don’t say “have a good day”, I say “go fly your freak flag”. It’s not like I want them to be outcasts. I just want them to be themselves and not be ashamed of who they are. After all, isn’t that what every parent wants for their kids.

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