…… any of the kind, supportive words that I’ve been given. I’m sure my children would be the first to testify to this.
I didn’t do anything except finally admit publicly what I’ve known, but could not reveal, for several years.
My children have been much braver than I. I don’t think they worried for one second about what people would think about them being their true selves.
I’m sorry to admit that I did worry about that.
Again, I didn’t really care what people would think about my children … or me. I cared about the friendships that I knew would end once people voiced their thoughts to me.
I’m not sure that even makes sense.
My views, beliefs, and thoughts have changed a lot since Jim died. I’ve come to learn that things are not always black and white.
But many of the people I’ve loved and respected for years don’t see the varied hues.
I’m ok with that. I don’t think we all have to totally agree on everything. I can respect someone who thinks/believes differently than me.
What I can’t deal with is someone who would vocalize their judgement of my children to me. Especially for something they did not choose.
So I remained quiet. In order to keep friendships. In order to keep the peace.
So much for peace.
I am a Christ-follower.
I am a mother.
I am rarely, if ever, totally right.
But as a Christ-following mother …… I can tell you this …… who you love is NOT a choice. Not for most people anyway.
Not for my children.
Not for me.
As a Christ-following mother …… I can tell you that I know my child has always been gay. Just as I have always been heterosexual.
As a Christ-following mother …… I can tell you that I do NOT believe that my child is sinning by being gay …… by being what he/she was born to be.
What kind of god would label love a sin? A love you have no control over?
I know that many would disagree with me. I wonder how many of those people have children who are gay?
And …… as a Christ-follower …… I can tell you this: Christ was/is/always will be about love. Love.
Love is love is love is love.
I think that’s about all I have to say on this subject. Of course, I can always change my mind, but I don’t want to turn this blog into a religious/political forum on gay rights.
It’s just about my life.
My life without Jim.
My life in spite of being without Jim.
My children are a part of that life.
Which probably doesn’t thrill them at all.
Love is love is love is love is love.