13th Jun 2008
Shout out to Frigg
I always found Friday the 13th to be so seriously underwhelming. “OOOOOOH, you don’t want to do THAT!” my friends would squeal about anything totally random. “It’s FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH! It’ll go wrong!”
Today, June 13th, is my son’s birthday, and it is going to go beautifully. Babies are great: everything is so totally extreme to them. He will smear cake all over himself and think that is the Best Thing Ever. His older sister will open presents for him and he will think that is the Best Thing Ever. He will be bounced and cuddled and cooed over and he will think that is the Best Thing Ever. He will probably fall and bonk his head and that is the Worst Thing Ever, but then he gets picked up and comforted which is the Best Thing Ever. And that stacking shape toy thing that’s his present… you guessed it, Best Thing Ever.
I am immune to friggatriskaidekaphobia because I have a frigging awesome baby party to attend. Booyah. I don’t even care about the forecast of rain, because even if it comes true, Baby Boy has taught me that rain can be the Best Thing Ever.
So thanks, Frigg, if you’re actually responsible for fertility, because the kids are loads of fun and very educational.
The kids really are the Best Thing Ever.
As to Frigg: There’s an irony to Frigg or Hera or similar goddesses that always struck me. The bearing of children, preservation of the family, and marital fidelity were of such importance that the divine patroness of these was frequently the alpha female of a pantheon. But that made her married to the chief god, one of whose main duties was to the sire all the epic heroes of the mythology. So the goddess of marital fidelity ended up hitched to the biggest philanderer in the cosmos.