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Aunt...I'm an aunt now. As if bob really wants to rub it in my face you're growing old, missy, old *sinister cackle*. And, on top of me being an aunt, comes the other end of the deal: a nephew. Not just any nephew, MY nephew. And he's cute..wait, the whole affair disgusted me from the start. There was a parasite in my sister's stomach for nine months ... and then it's "born" and takes MY title as the youngest kid in the family. Abdicate-shmabdicate, alright? It has no right to shimmy with its cute, wrinkled ~ 8 lb behind and just pull MY throne from under me!
Ech..ech again. Mister drama king with its innocent dazed face hiding the menace to come! humph.
My friends said that after he'd be born, I'd become comfortable with babies and little kids-- uh...nuhuh, it didn't happen yet. Nothing changed me, I'm just responsible for giving someone an authority/maternal-caringish figure. I get left with the dirty work and he, HE enjoys being the center of everything in the world forever!
I wish I could understand the poor, frightened thing, trying to discern all the sights and sounds from one another. I wish I could ease the terror of a new world, another phase among a gazillion...I wish I could save him from that garbage we succumb to entertain us. I wish I could teach him about loving to learn like he's doing now, rather than baking into a cookie cutter shape the educational system tries to make us embrace.
I fear for him, I see the hurt he's going to feel when he finds his first dissapointment, his vulnerability, his ego getting shattered for the first time, the pain when reality sinks in-- when he's realized that whatever he did before was all just a brainwashing of some kind, enforced by corrupted media. His first bout of sadness...his start to his end. Loss of hope...
But then I see the beginning, a renewal from his comfortable fetal-womb mutualism, freedom from the umbilical cord of mother's protection, overcoming societies potholes and earthquakes. The beginning of community, the beginning of exploration, the beginning of EMOTIONS, the beginning of spirituality, and love. Love of the world, love of his past, longing of his future, love of his life, love the physical response to love, love the virtual camaraderie,...LOVE.
I see a return to his first love, his mother, my sister, my mother's daughter, my brother-in-law's wife, my brother's sister, my sister's friend's friend, god's creation, GOD, love of god, love of everything, return to his SELF-- acknowledgment of self v. him v. his mother's child v. society's child v. god's beautiful creation.
Well, that brat's lucky

I don't know how to phrase this:
Please pray(/hope/some other form of supplication you believe in) for all the innocent deaths happening everywhere (politically motivated, personally, etc) to receive their due peace.

btw tea makes you go to the loo...and three pots of that stuff is dangerous