“You and Aba are gay,” my son said to me.
We were in the car, on the way to school.
“Yes, we are,” I said.
“I think I want to be gay.”
“Well, you’ve got plenty of time to figure that out,” I replied (he’s four). “And you know we’ll love you whether you’re gay or not.”
A pause.
“Okay.”
Wow, that’s great! It really does say a lot! I hope only the best for you and your family!!!
This is great.
I was talking to another four-year-old the other day — the son of a close friend — and he was talking about who he wanted to marry, something his parents had heard him talk about a million times before. Well, first on his list was Mom and Dad. (So clearly he didn’t quite get the concept.) But second on his list was Eliot, the eight-year-old boy who lived in the apartment upstairs, and third was a girl from his preschool class.
I thought it was cool that his straight parents had never told him that he couldn’t marry a boy. The idea of gay or straight didn’t really exist in his brain: You love who you love. And hopefully by the time he is ready to get married, there will be no doubt that he WILL be able to legally marry whoever he loves.
Aw!
This story makes me burst with happiness. What a loving, wonderful world you’re raising your son in!