I cannot study while I eat–I don’t know, it’s just how I’m wired. So, when not able to enjoy a meal across the table from or on the grass with people I at least sort of like, I normally retreat to comforting books (Harry Potter) or the internet.
Just now, over my chicken caesar salad, I caught wind of “Dear Hypothetically Gay Son.” I am hooked. And this is why I’m posting the day before my shelf exam (please wish me luck!). In my mind, this letter is the best; it conveys an abundant supply of support while still admitting to surprise and ignorance. I’d really like to be this type of parent.
Also, I have renewed confidence that my current dancing ineptitude will be enough to get me through at least the first couple years of our daughter’s life.