I’m a quirky mom, I’ll give you that but I am who I am. So what to do? Embrace your quirkiness, I say. but as all of us mothers know, this mortifies our teen age kids. I’ll never forget when my son asked me to be like the “other moms”. I said, OK, hoping to get more insight into his thoughts. I can not celebrate the last day of school & stop dressing up, I can stop laughing out loud, perhaps I should stop dancing to the music in the car or perhaps stop taking you & your buddies to serve the homeless or to the rock climbing gym. No, mom! He exclaimed- I don’t want you to stop those things. “Just stop doing yoga, meditation, telling us about people like Harriet Tubman who have overcome all kind of challenges. OK- fine. So who do you want me to be like. It was silent for a few moments…I just want you to be you! And I you!