Sometimes I feel like my life lesson is to just let go.

My instincts have always been to plan, to define what is coming next. Having a transgender child has taught me that the “one foot in front of the other” is the about the only approach I can take. Who knows what tomorrow holds?

As free as this is, it is also scary. What if the next moment puts my child in jeopardy? How do I protect my child if I don’t know what is coming next? That is what I struggle with. But so do most parents.

Today I work on my faith. Not the kind where I sit with hands folded, but the kind where you hone in on the light that fuels your love. If I am whole, I can handle anything. If I love fully, then nothing can hurt me. My strength comes from my ability to open my arms and let the fear come and then, when I am ready, to let go.