When I was about 9 or 10, my sister woke me up one morning to tell me that our brother had brought home a little black puppy. I didn’t believe her because it was April Fool’s Day. Yeah, right. I wasn’t born yesterday. But she wasn’t fooling. Our brother had really brought home a little black puppy. He raised homing pigeons that he raced, and apparently someone at a race had had a champion schnauzer that had had puppies with a traveling poodle (stray). The guy was so disgusted that he gave away the puppies, and my brother brought one home.
I wrote about Gloomy Gus and his strong will in my last post. I actually think that it’s very difficult to be a teenager–strong-willed or not–because they are in a transition time in which they aren’t a child but not yet an adult, reaching for adulthood but still holding on to childhood things, knowing more about life but they haven’t really experienced it yet. It’s hard for parents too, letting go of their little baby. As a Mom, sometimes I want to strangle my son, but most of time I enjoy him immensely.
Anyway, I got to thinking about what I love about my family today.
I like Science Fiction. (I like Fantasy too, but this post is about Science Fiction.) I think Science Fiction is interesting because underneath the technological background it often deals with very spiritual themes of what it means to be human, where we came from, where we are going, how we relate to others, and search for meaning and for God. Science Fiction presents some very interesting things to ponder.
What are your New Year’s Eve customs?