You may have recently read the Nerdy Apple Bottom post. It seems to have gone viral, tweeted and re-posted by, what I think is everyone I know. And it made me start to wonder...what it my son were gay?
So here's what I think...
If my son is gay, I hope that in the next few months he will first crawl and then learn to walk. I hope that eventually that "mama mama mama" sound he makes when he's tired and sad, is associated with one of the two people who will always rush by his side to comfort him, hold and rock him to sleep.
If my son is gay, at three, I hope he knows his colors and his numbers. I hope he shares his toys and is gentle with the cat.
If my son is gay, at five I hope he'll be excited about the first day of school. I hope he'll learn to read and love to color. I hope his bumps are minor and his bruises small. I hope he plays soccer and tee-ball. I hope he knows what it means to be part of a team.
If my son is gay, at ten I hope he'll have slumber parties where he'll eat too much pizza and watch scary movies. I hope he still believes in Santa Clause and sees the world through the eyes of a child. I hope he'll want to cuddle up next to me during a thunderstorm.
If my son is gay, at thirteen, I hope he'll stand up straight even if he's the tallest boy in class. I hope he plays the piano or the violin or the guitar. I hope he starts to shine at something: math, music, basketball, writing. I hope he starts to dream big - seeing the world as full of possibility.
If my son is gay, at sixteen I hope he learns to drive and goes to the junior prom. I hope he studies hard and wants to go to college. I hope he is honest and compassionate. I hope he strives to do great things.
If my son is gay, at twenty-one I hope he travels to interesting places. I hope he's willing to take risks and reach high. I hope he knows it's okay to fail, as long as failure is a lesson. I hope he knows his mom is always just a phone call away.
If my son is gay, at thirty I hope he's found someone with whom to spend his life. I hope they come home often. I hope we celebrate Thanksgiving and Christmas and birthdays together when we can. I hope he's found purpose and sees a bright future ahead.
If my son is gay, at forty I hope he has children of his own. I hope he coaches little league and builds doll houses and model airplanes. I hope he lives nearby, but if not that we manage to find a way to be very much part of each others' lives.
If my son is gay, I hope he has a good soul and a great sense of humor. I hope his heart and his spirit are rarely broken. If my son is gay. I hope the world treats him with respect. I hope his sexuality does not keep him from accomplishing any goal. I hope he can play football, join the army, conduct an orchestra, design cars, mend broken bones, teach children, climb Everest, go to space, break the sound barrier...whatever he wants to do. I hope he can marry and have children without a fight. And, I hope no one will ever tell him he is less than, smaller than, weaker than, uglier than, stranger than anyone else because he is gay.