The figurative worst because he’s actually the best. Apologies to young Claudius if he reads this, as it will embarrass you.
This is Fran -
A few years ago, Claudius performed in a show at the Tuacahn Amphitheatre in St. George, Utah. While there he befriended a Native American man who took him for dinner at the reservation.
Upon returning to New York, Claudius gifted me with Fran, a purchase from the reservation.
Why did he give me this strange figurine?
Because I am afraid of babies and he thought it would be funny to have a figurine that is literally crawling with babies.
Fran sits on my desk at every job and never ceases to give me a little chuckle.
My brother is awesome. His motivation, determination, and talent never cease to amaze me, but more than that, he’s grown into a truly amazing guy: thoughtful, empathetic, caring, assertive, responsible, motivated, talented, determined…practically every positive character trait. I’m incredibly proud of him.
As an older sibling, I feel the need to protect and take care of him, but he truly doesn’t need it.
Our family is like Goldilocks – older brother Voldemort is atrocious, younger brother Claudius is practically perfect, and I’m somewhere in the middle.
Every time I’ve shared mental health-related issue with Claudius he’s given the ideal response: listens without judgment and doesn’t make a big deal of anything.
My apologies if this post doesn’t translate to a wider audience. I write it because I’m having a good day and because
I hope that you have a person or people who you trust and admire as much as I do.
Resources:
Lunch Sketch
/ January 18, 2013“What would you do if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me.
Lend me your ears and I’ll sing you a song,
And I’ll try not to sing out of key.”
We all need friends who can bear to hear both our happy and sad songs. In my life they seem to pass through, but times spent with the ones that saw me and stayed a while was bliss