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Avante Garde?

My Mom has taken to labeling me as "Avant Garde."

According to Wikipedia, Avant Garde means: "Avant-garde (French pronunciation: ​[avɑ̃ɡaʁd]); from French, "advance guard" or "vanguard"[1]) is a French term used in English as a noun or adjective to refer to people or works that are experimental or innovative, particularly with respect to art, culture, and politics."


I, quite honestly, thought she was a wee bit crazy to think this way. Lately though, I am not so certain. Perhaps I am?

1. I like to make rash decisions. It is like ripping off a band aid to me. Get it done.
2. I change my mind like I change undies.
3. I am pretty relaxed in my parenting (for the most part). I like to call it "choosing my battles," but Chris may disagree :) I just think that kids need some space to build their problem solving skills and let their creativity blossom. It may have been or may not have been while I was "parenting" that Mya cut some pictures from a magazine and GLUED them to our living room wall. After Chris peeled them off the best he could, I washed the glue off. Thankfully it was washable. Phew! Mya looked on and said, "but Mom, they were so beautiful." Yes, they were. See what I mean? Creative! Let me also say that this was a first of marking ANY wall and we do have 2 of the greatest, mostly well mannered kiddos alive, so they are NOT ruffians as a result of my parenting style :)
4. I like lots of things, so my attention can be fleeting. I should clarify, not ADHD fleeting, but moreso I move through things quickly. For example, I'll be drawn into blogging, then a week later, I'll grow tired of that and move onto scrapbooking, then I'll grow tired of that and dive back into reading. I like to call this "a creative mind."

There really is no point to this post. I just find it interesting that my Mom "MAY" have been right??? I think Avant Garde is a compliment, but I am not sure she intended it as such ;)

"Mother Knows Best, listen to your Mother."--Tangled

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