It's Ok To Be A Dinosaur

It's Ok To Be A Dinosaur

Tanisha Jackson

it'S ok to be A Dinosaur by Tanisha Jackson

It’s OK to Be a Dinosaur Copyright © 2026 by Tanisha Jackson All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise—without prior written permission from the author.

This is a work of the author's imagination, inspired by her grandson, Iveeyon Davis, the proud herbivore dinosaur. Any resemblance to real persons, living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

Written by Tanisha Jackson Contact: nisha.jax2025@gmail.com Printed in the United States of America First Edition, 2026

You fill our days with laughter, surprises, and the kind of joy only you could bring. You see the world in your own wonderful ways, and that's what makes you shine. We love your funny little moments, the giggles that turn into belly laughs, the questions that make us think, and the energy that fills every room. You remind us that being different isn't something to hide; it's something to celebrate.

Whether your mind races like rockets or wanders like dinosaurs in a big, bright world, we're proud of every part of you. You teach us every day that love doesn't mean “fixing” who you are, it means embracing you exactly as you are.

Keep roaring, keep exploring, and keep being your amazing self. You are our greatest adventure.

my name is Iveeon, and I am A Herbivore Dinosaur. (That means I don't really eat meat).

when I was really little, Mama noticed I saw the world in my own special way, quiet, curious, and full of wonder. she smiled because my different made me magical.

As I got older, Mama realized something silly about me: I really didn't like meat at all. Sometimes I ate chicken, but it still wasn't my favorite. I loved Salad, but there was always meat hiding in it, and I'd pick it out one piece at a time because it was just gross. Yuck.

I would giggle at lunchtime, tossing meat at Yaya to hear her scream and chase me. my way of having fun always made Mama smile, but sometimes I get in trouble.

Yaya never got mad. She'd just laugh, grab a handful of lettuce, and fling it right back at me, because everyone knew I was a "herbivore dinosaur" who only ate greens and caused chaos.

K. Davis Mama would drop us off at school every morning, but sometimes, because my feelings worked A little differently, the world felt big and loud to me. so I Pretended to be A Dinosaur, big, Strong, Brave, and never Bothered by Anybody.

Mama would Look at me and Say, "Alright now, Iveeon, Listen to your Teachers and do your Best Today." Once I felt Ready, I'D Push the Door Open and Stomp Into school with my Biggest dino Steps.

Sometimes after school, I'd go see my therapist. We played games, talked about my day, and practiced fun things together. I always liked going; it felt like my own little time to shine. She liked dinosaurs too, which made it even better.

Strong Brave Kind Play Move Grow Pediatric Therapist she Knew I Loved Pretending to be all Kinds of Characters, and she'D Jump on the Trampoline with me After school, Bouncing Right Beside me to Help Shake out all the Leftover Energy.

We care for little heroes.

Be proud ef progress sometimes my Therapist Played Games with me, and she Tried Super Hard, but I Usually Won. sometimes I let her Win because it made the Game Feel Calm and fun.

My therapist told me a cool dinosaur fact. She said dinosaurs were different in lots of ways—some were huge, some were tiny, some had spikes, some had wings. And she said kids like me are kind of like dinosaurs too, because our brains work in special ways that make us stand out.

One day at school, my principal let me talk to the younger kids about being a herbivore dinosaur. I stood tall and told them, "I don't eat meat —I eat salad!" everyone laughed, and I felt like the coolest dinosaur in the whole school.

Some Dinosaurs Eat Meat, Some Munch on Plants, Some Soar with Wings, and some wear spikes like crowns. But every single one has something special that makes them cool. Our little Dinosaurs are the same way, each with their own Roar, Rhythm, and way of seeing the world. Parents, Nurture that magic. Celebrate their quirks, their passions, their energy. Teach them that being different isn't something to fix, it's something to honor. Because when we help our children love the way they're made, they grow brave enough to stomp proudly through life — just like the dinosaurs who never tried to be anything but themselves.