What is Normal?
With things finally going back to normal around here, I have found myself realizing that normal is a relative word. I have been spending much of my time wondering what exactly is normal anyway? The dictionary defines NORMAL as:
Conforming to the standard or the common type; usual, regular, natural…
What is the “standard” or “common type”?
I’m not normal. My kids are not normal. My parenting is not normal. The weather is not normal. And well, the world is not normal…
I wear my socks inside out all the time. They are softer that way.
I still wipe my kid’s butt. He turns six in a few days.
My daughter has missed 16 days of school this year. It’s only January.
I serve tacos for breakfast. And cereal for dinner.
It’s 50 Degrees, here in Ohio. And it’s winter.
More U.S. Soldiers have taken their life, than those who have fallen in the Iraq war and Afghanistan war.
For the first time in over two months, both of my kids made it to school today. I had what you would call, a normal day. No one was sick. No one was shoved into any out-of-whack episode of “the abnormal” today. I had your common type morning, and somewhat of a standard afternoon, and even a fairly regular evening. Our “routine” has resumed, for now. Actually, as much as I begged for weeks on end, for one normal day and desperately ached for some structure and rhythm…now that I finally have it, I find it difficult to adapt.
I feel like a toddler learning to walk, a newborn fawn with buckling knees, or a flopping fish out of water. It feels down right abnormal. I am so used to things not being normal, that when these things we call “standard” or “common type” finally land and all the millions of particles settle themselves…I come out of it with a sort of “abnormal hangover”. I always need to re-learn what I would normally do… when things are going as they should. There are times when our abnormal lifestyle ends up being, well regular…standard…common.
I swing in and out of this twisted fate, as things often are not normal around here. And yet, does anyone really live in the land of “normal”? What is “standard” for all? Is there truly a “common type” of life? As I think through the social norm, the educational standard, and the regular routine of any given day… I find it almost impossible. It seems there is some type of “normal” out there floating around in this universe…almost an existential and surreal world of limitations, expectations and barriers that keep us all in line. But I have yet to find anyone or any life that is common or standard. I suppose there truly is no such thing…
The only word I see that fits this NORMAL definition is…
NORMAL: A state of being that feels most comfortable; natural.