Just finished reading Luna (I try to read all kinds of TG books to gain perspective other than my own) and felt compelled to look at Hope in bed. So peaceful, just sleeping like an angel. I can’t imagine telling my child to either conform to their birth gender or leave my home. To give an ultimatum like that. Nevertheless, countless transgender children are on the street at this very moment, homeless because their parents will not accept them. My heart aches when I think of all those children.

There has to be a way to reach out & help these kids. Where do they go? How can we find them? Quick research shows that many are forced into prostitution or commit suicide. Is that any type of childhood? Who is caring for these innocent little children? Who is showing love to them? The sense of panic consumes me as I watch my child, safe in her bed. Snuggled tight in the safety of our home and our love.