People may have worked out by now that I do not enjoy the healthiest relationship with my family units. My male parental unit, for example, I have not directly spoken with since the end of last year. He has nobody to blame for that but himself, however, so I will not focus on that here except to say that I have an entry in the queue for this journal that I am absolutely battering myself around the head about publishing. Will I? Will I not? I honestly do not know what to do. But the one member of my family that I do try to have any kind of speech with, my mother, messaged me earlier today and informed me that the small brood I am meant to be playing Uncle to, my sister’s children, has gained a member.
My sister already had two children: twin girls whom she and their father named Jade and Jasmyn. I have even seen them in the flesh during one trip to the backwater they presently live in, a trip that I already regret. They are about a week shy of seventeen months old now. So now the lovely couple, my sister and her beau (and they are indeed a lovely couple), have a son that they have named Hunter. Please insert your favourite World Of Warcraft joke here. Hunter and his mother are both apparently healthy – his birthweight is apparently 4.26 kilograms. My mother told me that this is a very big weight for a newborn, so of course my sister has all of my sympathies.
But I think that when any big brother is told that their little sister is going into labour or will do so in a matter of days, their first response is to express the hope that the soon-to-be mother will get through the process as easily and healthily as possible. And that the newborn child will be as healthy as possible. So my hopes have thus far been met.
But that, of course, brings to mind my thoughts about the future, and what happens over the next twenty years. As I have mentioned in documents elsewhere on this journal, my mother was near to a decade younger when I was born, compared to when my sister had her first children. Sociologists have listed the age of the mother at birth as being a major factor in how a child’s life progresses from that point. So Jade, Jasmyn, and Hunter have a considerable advantage compared to their mother and maternal uncle in that respect. But in a society of worsening income inequality, will that be enough?
I honestly do not know what else to say in the matter. If you have read enough of my work here, then please join me in wishing that my nieces and nephew have a future that looks and sounds less like such songs as …Of Tragedy and more like Earache My Eye. Those of you who have begun to stand up and protest the worsening income inequality, control of our governments by corporations, and exclusion of those who are “different”, please continue to do so. Together, we can prevent Hunter from looking back on his life a third of a century from now and saying the same things I do now.
Anyway, I will cut this writing off early so that I do not start to ramble and turn it into a complete expression of everything that is wrong with me. Please join me in holding my hands together and asking Odin above to make Hunter‘s journey through what is becoming an increasingly hostile world a more pleasant and productive one. Now, excuse me whilst I go off to listen to a Faith No More song called Zombie Eaters, and laugh knowingly.
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