The Reveal
Things are progressing with the Castle of Kindness Refugee Sponsorship Group. We have a date for our training, and will meet ‘our’ refugee family soon after that—late October or sometime in November.
There’s a teensy chance that I will receive a phone call today telling me about ‘our’ family. How many kids they have, what language/s they speak, where they live/want to live, etc.
I am dying to find out something—anything—everything!—about them.
It’s a lot like being pregnant. I have this big bundle of love stored up, waiting for a target. I’ve already worked so hard, and spent so much time dreaming about how this relationship might go… and I badly, so badly want any little scrap of solid information to make those dreams less hazy.
It’s very much like the excitement of finding out the gender of a baby. The gender doesn’t matter, but I just want to KNOW.
[The obsession with a baby’s gender is extremely harmful to trans people and even more harmful to people born intersex. But I understand that desperation and excitement all too well.]
So. I’m waiting by the phone, practically panting with excitement.
And here is a completely unrelated picture.
Poor post-operative Zoom.
Felicity Banks 
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