Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Sweet
I've been thinking about these pictures a lot lately. There's this sweet quality to them that I adore. This is my Maddie. My sweet Maddie girl.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
This is a tough one...
I've been drafting this post in my head for months, maybe years. I figure I just need to start typing and maybe everything I want you to know about this subject will find its way in.
I'll start at the beginning. In the early eighties I remember becoming aware that my uncle was different. He was gay. Perhaps more importantly, I knew that my dad and my aunts and my grandmother adored him. I didn't know anything about homophobia, I just knew that my uncle was really funny. I have these fuzzy memories of him telling stories and my dad just laughing and laughing. They were both very funny people. I remember staying at my uncle's house, I remember his boyfriend. As an adult I have looked back on these memories and I see the lesson in them. My father was a young minister who made the decision to love and embrace his brother despite what the church was undoubtedly telling him. They had a special bond, and it taught me everything I needed to know from such a young age.
So I need you to know this: I don't care who you decide to love. Well I do care, it's just that all I care about is that they love you back the way you deserve to be loved. If somebody loves you that way, know that they will occupy a space in my heart. As much as I might forget from time to time, its just not about me. I'm not going to build walls and barriers and tell you which way you should go. I won't cut you out of my life or make you feel ashamed, and I will fight for your right to do anything you want to do. What I'm saying is, I love you without any strings attached.
I'll start at the beginning. In the early eighties I remember becoming aware that my uncle was different. He was gay. Perhaps more importantly, I knew that my dad and my aunts and my grandmother adored him. I didn't know anything about homophobia, I just knew that my uncle was really funny. I have these fuzzy memories of him telling stories and my dad just laughing and laughing. They were both very funny people. I remember staying at my uncle's house, I remember his boyfriend. As an adult I have looked back on these memories and I see the lesson in them. My father was a young minister who made the decision to love and embrace his brother despite what the church was undoubtedly telling him. They had a special bond, and it taught me everything I needed to know from such a young age.
So I need you to know this: I don't care who you decide to love. Well I do care, it's just that all I care about is that they love you back the way you deserve to be loved. If somebody loves you that way, know that they will occupy a space in my heart. As much as I might forget from time to time, its just not about me. I'm not going to build walls and barriers and tell you which way you should go. I won't cut you out of my life or make you feel ashamed, and I will fight for your right to do anything you want to do. What I'm saying is, I love you without any strings attached.
I have no idea if any of you are gay, I just know that I need to start preparing the world to be a much kinder and gentler place for you if you are. Because, that's my job. My job is to make this world a safe place for you to be who you are. So I'll keep doing that for as many days as I am blessed to be your mom. You deserve it.
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