Quality time with Phoebe
(At Eros’ temple)
“Mommy…mommy, I want a huge party and everyone can give me lots and lots of presents…. and everyone will love and adore me. Or, or…daddy can smite them.” Phoebe babbles on and on, giggling. She has no idea what smiting is, just thinks it is another way for daddy to discipline his children. After hearing about birthdays, somehow she has equated gifts with love and worship. Her urge to use the modern term “headdesking”, a term she had found perusing the internet, she chuckles and tries to go with the flow.
Almost two months. Almost two months and her precious baby girl will be a year old. So much has happened since then. Phoebe, worshipping the ground her father walks on is a small price to pay and as her birthday looms closer, her daughter's urge to plan something for herself becomes stronger. Maybe it is a habit among the gods, a trait handed down to each generation that makes them seek out favors for themselves in their honor, regardless of the lack of humility it portrays. She was not raised that way. In her time, maybe a girl's birthday was celebrated, but usually only when it marked something significant such as her becoming a woman.
To teach her daughter humility would be beyond her scope of abilities other than setting an example.
“Mommy…mommy, I want a huge party and everyone can give me lots and lots of presents…. and everyone will love and adore me. Or, or…daddy can smite them.” Phoebe babbles on and on, giggling. She has no idea what smiting is, just thinks it is another way for daddy to discipline his children. After hearing about birthdays, somehow she has equated gifts with love and worship. Her urge to use the modern term “headdesking”, a term she had found perusing the internet, she chuckles and tries to go with the flow.
Almost two months. Almost two months and her precious baby girl will be a year old. So much has happened since then. Phoebe, worshipping the ground her father walks on is a small price to pay and as her birthday looms closer, her daughter's urge to plan something for herself becomes stronger. Maybe it is a habit among the gods, a trait handed down to each generation that makes them seek out favors for themselves in their honor, regardless of the lack of humility it portrays. She was not raised that way. In her time, maybe a girl's birthday was celebrated, but usually only when it marked something significant such as her becoming a woman.
To teach her daughter humility would be beyond her scope of abilities other than setting an example.