In elementary school, I had a classmate with a small scar on his upper lip - he was born with a cleft lip and the scar was a result of the surgery to correct it. Children of that age lack certain social etiquette..and I remember asking him quite bluntly on the school bus one day what it was.
His response was that his great grandfather was a knight and got that mark while slaying the most ferocious dragon in the world. It had skipped a generation but Kenny was the lucky one who too was chosen to someday fight dragons..for he was born with his great grandfather's special mark.
I went home that day and looked all over my body for any special marks..hoping that I too was destined for greatness like dragon slaying and such. And thinking back as an adult, what a fantastic story to tell your 5 year old..too young to understand the medical logistics of a cleft lip but old enough to feel shame and self conscious if other children made fun. His parents must've known that other children would ask about it and decided to give him a story that allowed him to talk about the scar without any shame in being different. It gave Kenny a sort of celebrity status in our classroom, although we all felt too old to believe in fairytales, here was Kenny with physical proof..and who didn't want to be a hero and slay dragons?
I believe that we're all perfectly flawed, in our own unique way.
It's what makes us human and an individual, perfect imperfections. For every scar, whether physical or emotional there is a tale to be told, battle scars that hold within them our experiences and the wisdom we've collected from them.
It's what makes each and every one of us so wonderfully different.
Falling down is a part of life..getting up and carrying on is what living is all about.
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xo Blue Gnome