The other day I got sucked in deep to a bunch of comments under an article about a lesbian couple. It was about one of the moms inducing lactation to breastfeed her child. There were people saying hateful things and then a bunch of people defending this couple.
Then one of the people wrote to the defenders of the breastfeeding mamas, “You people will be the freaks that let a 3-year-old girl think she’s a boy 😂”. I felt like I got punched reading that. Such hate, such anger, such a lack of compassion for other human beings. How did this person get that way? That comment has stuck with me for over a week.
I’m not sure why that person harbors such hatred, but what I did start to think about is exactly what I want for my children. What I want them to know.
To my kids,
I want you to be brave and strong.
But I want you to know that being vulnerable and big-hearted is so powerful too.
I want you to speak loudly and clearly and honestly.
I want you to do the things that make you feel alive.
I want you to find what brings you joy, what makes your heart sing.
I want you to know who you are, to own who you are, and to be proud of who you are.
No matter what anyone else says.
I want you to know that love comes in all different shapes, sizes, colors and genders.
I want you to know that NO MATTER what or who you are, I will be here to love you, to support you, to encourage you, and to walk your path with you.
I will never abandon you. I will never judge you. I will never turn my back to you.
I will always, always, always be here with an open heart, an open mind, and wide open arms.
I want to know YOU. Not who you think you “should” be. There is a peace that comes with honoring your authentic self by living your life according to your own terms.
You are something special, and I want the world to get to experience your magnificence.
If you grow up to be happy—truly happy—then I’ll know I did something right.