Whether you believe in this stuff or not, hear me out. In 2013, I had a phone session with an 83-year-old psychic named Hilda. All she knew was my first name and my birth month before the call. She told me I’d worked with animal skins in a past life, that she saw butterflies around me, and that I’d have one child—a boy—and not with the man I was dating at the time.
Turns out, she was on the money.
About six and a half years ago, I made that one boy with
@charlescarmody , and I wouldn’t change a thing.
I really think he’s all the best parts of both of us, and then some. Watching him grow up is a lot like getting to grow up all over again myself. I notice the small things more. The big words. The ways we think so differently, but are equally stubborn.
He problem-solves in ways I never could, and he has this thing I call “object magic.” He effortlessly understands how things fit together and how they work. He’s amazing at math (definitely didn’t get that from me). He’s kind, confident, opinionated, and respectful.
All this to say; Hilda was right, but the prediction coming true was nothing compared to the joy this kid has brought me. I can’t wait to keep growing together.
This drawing of Cass was made on
@procreate . The second slide is a time-lapse of the painting, and the last slide is of me around his age (genetics are wild).
