My second scan was a strange experience, wondrous as it was. I couldn’t enjoy seeing my baby as much as the first time around, so anxious to know if they were a boy or a girl. But, all signs are pointing to girl, and you know what? It’s not made the change I thought it would. Knowing is something different.
Last week – come to think of it, the last few – was one for bittersweetness. I lost my great aunt in September. The one who taught me to read ‘The Pied Piper of Hamelin’ aloud with expression. Who taught me and my sister how to paint a dragon, the ash blooming from its maw and embers glowing on its scales. Who gave my whole family, and many friends besides, powerful memories that defined how we led our lives, by her example.
One of the best things about setting up the family home, for me, has been making the room for my own quiet space. Ironic, I know - I don’t expect that to stay the case much longer.
We adult types have some strange attitudes about ‘kid’s stuff’. Cartoons, toys, even books for younger audiences are slated as less intelligent, less artistically valid or, as it’s often so simply put, “that rubbish”. I do watch, read, collect and play with “that rubbish”, and I’m finding I enjoy it more now than I ever did. That’s because I can better appreciate all they taught me as a child, what they still have to teach me now, and in the future through my own child’s eyes.
As you may or may not have read in previous Starry diary entries of mine, my loving partner and I have moved house. And, against all the odds of our surmounting the mountains of boxes and figures still to be displayed, the new place is shaping up to be a little slice of geek paradise.
Little did I know, even little as I am, I'd come to see eye to eye with the halflings as I took the first steps of my own journey into the unknown.
Who knew, after all these years being a Star Trek: The Next Generation fan and Data darling, I’d discover another reason why I relate to him through you.