Donor not Father
Fabian and his parents are away. They visited for a bit over two weeks and almost everyone in the commune was happy to have them, especially the crowd at Nashoba where they were a big hit, unlike some of my other guests.
As we find with some regularity the English language is weak in describing these unconventional relationships. i am Fabian’s donor, but what is he to me? Certainly not my son, and “biological son” is a bit too clinical sounding. We shall have to craft new words.
I also learned some things i did not know of this visit. Fabian has dyspraxia which gives him trouble with writing and some other motor skills. I had always assumed that this was a genetically transmitted trait and held guilt about this. Micha informed me that it was almost certainly induced by the hospital which gave Fabian anti-biotics the day after he was born, without consulting the parents. This does not reduce my sadness about it, but i dont feel responsible.
We never completed the chess tournament that i started for him, and instead played a bunch of magic together. Fabians English improved dramatically since his last visit, in part i believe because he is reading all the English magic cards and in part perhaps because Twin Oaks is a very special place for him and he wants to be able to connect here.
Perhaps he can convince his parents to come back from the Netherlands next summer. By then i will have crafted a better word to describe our relationship.