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Took a big step today. I wrote a letter to my son and it was the first time I used his new name. I guess that's progress in the journey of acceptance, right?
Seems everyone is doing the Marie Kondo "Does it bring you joy?" method of decluttering. I read her book, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing a few years ago and managed to get rid of a ton of clothes (6 garbage bags' worth!). Full disclosure: I may or may not have kept up the habit of organizing my drawers and folding shirts in that cool Kondo way. Back when I was a "perfect" mom - ha! As I get older, I find I have to declutter my mind as well as my physical space. Decluttering my mind often comes in the form of doing away with the negative self-talk. I swear that we moms are the hardest on ourselves. When I'm having a bad day, that negative inner voice starts reminding me of all the mistakes I made as a mother; of all the times I was selfish, or lost my cool, or didn't live up to my own expectations of being a perfect mother. If left unchecked, pretty soon my head is so full of the negativ...
This is about as close to a political post as I'll get; and I'm only doing it in reference to a question that came up at one of the town halls. A mother asked how this candidate would protect LGBTQ+ rights if he was elected. She was concerned because she has an 8-year-old child who is transgender. Let that sink in: 8 years old. What were you doing at 8 years old? I was probably listening to Rick Springfield and pondering the latest Judy Blume book (yes, I just dated myself). Now before I go on, let me be clear about something. This post is not about shaming any parent who is struggling with these decisions. I've been a part of an online support group for parents of transgender kids and I have read some heart-wrenching posts of parents who just don't know what to do. They have underage kids (mostly teens) who are clearly unhappy and the parents are trying to decide how to help them. There is NO easy path on this journey and I won't judge any parent for deci...
I saw Tyler over Christmas (he lives in another state) and I knew I would cry when I did. Not only because I miss my kid, but because Tyler started the estrogen treatments last summer and I knew there might be some physical changes, as well as his wardrobe. I'm not going to lie - I did ask him to warn me if he was going to present fully as a woman so I could prepare myself. He agreed and arrived in a tone-down version of Katie. It was so good to see him, but so extremely painful. I noticed some physical changes, as well as the way he was dressed (which was more feminine). The only thing worse than trying to hold in a cry, is trying to do it in a house full of people. I was at my dad's house, with my sister, niece, nephew, etc. We were just sitting down to eat, and I had to excuse myself to the bathroom to get myself together. Once the shock wore off, the rest of the day was great. If you look past the physical, he was the same kid we know...
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