Moments ago I sat on my couch, enjoying a little break from homeschooling as Hope does her independent math problems (her favorites), and read the Chicago Tribune article that just came out about Be Who You Are, and about us. It’s surreal. And wonderful. My mind is spinning.
Reminds me of a conversation I had last with a friend who told me he heard a PSA supporting the LGBT community earlier that day. “I watch a lot of TV,” he said, “but I’ve never heard anything like that before.” Times are changing. Hearts and minds are opening. With each story, each voice, the message finds a crack where it never reached before and therein lies the opportunity to grow and expand, and love.
Maybe I’m too hopeful? Maybe I need to see the silver lining so that my momentum doesn’t lose steam? Or maybe, just maybe, this is exactly what I’ve always dreamed about – a time when we can talk about gender diverse children and their families without shame or fear.
As I write I watch my gorgeous little child peacefully working on her schoolwork, pausing for a moment to grin at me as she finds I am staring a little too long. I can’t help it. I would move mountains for my the safety and well-being of my children. I will fight for her, and all kids who are diverse in their gender expression, so that they have an equal chance in this world. They deserve to experience life, with all of its ups and downs, the way any child could. Gender is just one part of the whole child.
“I love you,” I tell her when I look up and it’s she who is now looking right at me.