Saturday, January 31, 2009

Just In Case


When I don't have any small worries on my mind -- like, where Django's other shoe went, or how to get the rabbits to stop eating his books and pilfering his snacks -- I find my thoughts wander to the big worries. Will he grow up to be a stalker? A soldier? Or, worse yet, a Republican?

I'm already armed to handle Django's potential substance abuse problems, depression, low self-esteem, unconscious sense of racial privelege/entitlement, lack of tact, and disrespect for authority, i.e., permanent teenagehood -- I mean, takes one to know one, and I know one (or more) very well.

But I'm really not sure what I will do if he ends up a homophobic meathead. My only idea, so far, is to keep taking lots and lots and lots of photos of him loving, loving, loving his friend Max. And to keep playing Michael Franti, because I think he said it best: "Cuz it ain't about who ya love, who ya love, who ya love. See it's all about do ya love, do ya love, do ya love?"


1 comment:

KautzFam said...

Loved catching up on your postings today. He's growing so beautifully. I'm so happy you are able to enjoy all these precious moments with him. It's really true what they say: the days are long, but the years go by fast. P.S. the froggy costume pictures were a big hit with cousin Stevie. He wanted some video action for those! xo Love you two xo