What would you do if you found out one of the girls was gay?
what would i do? nothing.
well, no. not nothing. i would hug her and say, “thank you” and “i love you” and then I would kiss her head and go back to what I was doing.
i’d say “thank you” because it isn’t easy to admit intimate truths about yourself to people whose whole life’s happiness is tied up in yours.
i’d go back to what i was doing because it doesn’t matter to me if the girls are gay, straight or a little bit of both.
what matters to me is that they find a passion; that they surround themselves with people who challenge them and fascinate them and encourage them to be of service to others.
what matters to me is that they find joy in little things and gratitude for everything and a love that sustains them - not with money, but with laughter and shared purpose and common interests and a healthy dose of struggle (though, not often with each other).
i will love the girls in whatever way they show up.
i want them to live the life they want for themselves, whether they get married, have babies, move to the furthest reaches of the earth or live next door in a house filled with cats, unicorns and harry potter books. okay, maybe not the last, but you understand my meaning.
so what would I do if one of the girls told me they were gay?
nothing, but love them. exactly what i’m doing already…so, yeah. nothing.
someone posted the hashtag “day of rage” today in solidarity to the disaster that is unfolding in ferguson. i cannot bring myself to go there.
i proclaimed this a “day of love.’
it began with coffee and cinnamon rolls with wonderdad. then i put away some clothes - a form of self.care/love, i think, since it’s nice not to have to scurry about in the morning looking for things to wear to work.
i’m going to dash off a couple of love notes to some friends and then go get my hair cut.
ssshhh. don’t tell wonderdad, but i’m taking him out to dinner.