Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Pagan Babies Unite!

So this weekend, as we are wont to do, we talked about the inevitable day we all have kids. In a perfect world, we imagine this will be done in a way in which they are all of similar age and living in the same neighborhood. We talk of barbeques and baseball games. Of letting them run wild while we drink beer and hang out in the backyard.

And this time I actually let myself imagine that Sam and I were part of that. (Usually, for sanity's sake, for keeping hopes down sake, I imagine us just visiting such idyllic settings.) And then I fell in love with it, all of the kids growing up together, calling all of us Aunt and Uncle. These people are some of my dearest and the idea they could help shape my child's point of view is awesome to me. But the part I liked best was that our kids would have great parties. 'Cause our holidays fall when we can all get together; they don't conflict with the normal holidays.

I imagine them inviting the others to Solstice, when we all get together to celebrate the longest night, and light candles and dance and sing and . . . and then Midsummer's where we all play in the park and picnic and revel in the longest day . . . and of course we'll have killer Halloween parties . . . .

I mean, yeah, our kids will be different. And they'll have different traditions and different holidays. But they will have people in their lives - friends, peers, family - who will understand that, who will support it. And that makes me happy. Well, that and the idea of having people to celebrate it all with. Even if it is just on a visit.

3 comments:

Sweet Sammy said...

Form of F'n sweet!

cgilch said...

I will only love your child if you really name it Vankman.

sweet sammy said...

Then you will never love him... because it's spelled Venkman! If we named him Vankman it'd be total anarchy, cats and dogs LIVING TOGETHER!