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hey nana do you remember the first time we met?

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the owl house is a kids show.

no, listen to me. i say this with so much joy and emotion.

it’s a kids show.

a black latina bisexual neurodivergent witch is the protagonist of a kids show, and canonically is the love interest to a lesbian witch.

this show handles serious topics with such care and phrases/portrays it in ways children can understand. abusive parents, chronic illness/disability awareness, family isn’t bound by blood, forgiveness, healing, second chances… i could go on and on.

kids are watching this.

kids are watching this and taking this stuff in. they are recognizing toxic patterns, they are learning that found family is just as important and real as blood family. they are seeing themselves in these characters. they are seeing people who may have two moms, or two dads. they are seeing a black protagonist. they are seeing a latina protagonist. they are seeing a bisexual protagonist. they are seeing a lesbian character in the main cast. they are seeing a black boy in the main cast. they see people like them be represented.

i am so, so, so, so fucking grateful for this show. i grew up with gravity falls, and that show taught me so much. imagine what more gravity falls could’ve done if it was made in today’s era.

i’m so glad that there are kids who can grow up with this show.

thank you, owl house.

this is sort of pathetic, but when you were younger, you were sort of puzzled by the cartoon representations of fathers: how a kid would be outside with a mitt, waiting to play catch.

it's not that your father never played catch with you, but you also didn't like when he did. something about a hard ball coming quickly towards your face doesn't seem exciting. not that you'd ever say you don't trust him. you trust him, right?

it's not like he never tried to teach you anything. or never tried to parent. on rare days, a strange person would walk in your father's skin. bright, happy, magnificent. this version of your father was so cheerful and charismatic that you would do anything to keep him. and this is the version of your father that would laugh and gently coax you try again. this is the version of your father that would break down the small elements of a problem and point them out so you have an easier time with them.

as a kid, those days happened more often. but somewhere around 11, you started being too much of a person, and he was often cross about it. when he'd try to sit you down to learn something, you spent the whole time with your shoulders around your ears, nervous, uncertain. terrified because you didn't immediately understand how to navigate something. worried you will run out of his goodwill and then you will have the Other Father back, and you will have ruined a good day for your entire family. something about you being visibly afraid - it just made him angry. he would accuse you of not wanting to learn and storm away.

on tv, it's not like there's a lot of versions of men-who-are-mostly-fathers. they can be good dads, but usually their stories are not told in the household. so it's normal that your father is there, but he's never around. you know he was in the house, somewhere, it's just not that you guys ever... "hung out". he just seemed to get kind of bored of you, annoyed you weren't made in his perfect image. frustrated with how much energy it took to raise a kid. over time, you kind of adopt a bittersweet band around your throat - he knows nothing about me. he says at least i never abandoned my family.

and it's technically - technically - true. he was there for you. sometimes he even made an effort and made it to the big moments; the graduations and the dance recitals. he grins and tells everyone that he taught you. it almost erases the days in between, where he complains because you need a ride to school. the weeks that go by where he doesn't actually ever speak to you. the times you say i am struggling and he says figure it out on your own. i can't help you.

and that's fine! that's all fine. you can call him if you are having a problem with your car. or if you need a ride to the hospital. he loves playing hero, he just doesn't like the actual work that comes with being a father. and you've kind of made your peace with that; because you had to, because you don't want to live your life like he does; the whole world at a managed distance, a little rotating and controlled orb he can witness and take credit for but never truly love.

as an adult, you are rewatching some dumb cartoon - and again, the child standing in the rain, with a mitt, waiting for their father to come play catch. as an adult, there's this strange creeping dread - this little thing? this little thing, and their dad can't even show up for that? oh god, holyshit, it's not about the mitt, is it. oh god, holyshit, your father spent most of your life leaving you hanging.

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Yahya Bashir, Gaza