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i fear for parents' weekend at mica.

and my mother's homophobia.


In other news, tonight we had a baby. Okay, not we, but my mom threw a party with many friends, including a couple with a three year old, a toddler, and a newborn. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful! It was finally the time to fully appreciate children. I always and forever said I liked children, because I do, because I am one, but really, the saying never was realized. Until now. Because, tonight, three wonderful children came over for me to play with, and I absolutely fell in love. With Three I learned how to undress a Barbie, and listen, and talk, and teach someone so wonderful. She can't color in the lines, or make straight lines, or follow a pattern, but still, we were able to draw and draw, and talk about colors, and fear of puppies. Wonderful. Toddler, well, he's another story. I couldn't connect. He was all energy, the entity of a handful. Just all too much, especially because, for most of the night, I was with the newborn.

All I had to do for Newborn was hold him. That was it, nothing more. Hold him and pace and bounce and let drool on my shoulder. Just for that, I was complimented, but really, it was nothing, nothing at all. To me, it was a gift, holding someone so tiny and dependent and wonderful.

Wonderful.

And that was the conclusion to a fantastic day. Because, before even all that wonder, I WENT SLEDDING! That is correct, my 6' 2" body fit on a bright green sled and flew down Shank Park's hill. It was marvelous, thrilling, and filled with utter cold given by freezing winds, cold breathe, frozen fingers, red cheeks, and Harold Bloom, the hap-hazard snowman. I enjoyed it all with Allison Cordaro, and I couldn't ask for anything more.

All in all, my break from MICA has taken and given. It has been lackluster, with zero work to be had, but for more to accomplish. Things like sleep, and children's literature, and learning so much from doing so little. By not doing anything I have learned that I will never be able to lead a life without accomplishment. Don't misunderstand, I highly enjoyed these past three weeks have been a glorious reprieve. But now, enough is enough. I'm ready to begin again. Fresh. Showered by cold and winter and sleep.

I am ready to work. To be better.