I met a new friend last night. Because of privacy issues...(I prefer to keep names and specifics confidential for my friends sake), I will keep some of this general. My good friends have welcomed a new baby into their lives. My friends are gay. You will understand the importance of why I am saying that in a moment.
When I first got the good news that their family would be growing, I was so happy. I had butterflies in my stomach and honestly could not focus on much else except the minute to minute updates of when they met their child to when they all came home. Because Manny is turning a year old in two weeks, I am going through some things I no longer need. Every time I came across something to discard, I would immediately think of my friends and wonder what they would need and how I could help. I always have a first instinct of wanting to be helpful, useful, making someone else's life better. My constant quest that sometimes gets confused with being a busy body or too pushy. (yes, I am aware of this)
As I got ready to meet the baby for the first time, I left my husband with the kids, packed the car with gifts, and gently placed the cake I made on the front seat floor for safe keeping. I was excited and nervous to see my friends. It seemed like I hadn't seen them in a very long time and now they were going to be there with their baby! I arrived early. I couldn't help my excitement. I was self conscious of trying not to be too "helpful" and just let them be when they arrived. The moment finally came when I saw the baby out of the car seat and my friend was holding him in his hands...extending them out to me, placing this beautiful baby in my arms. I was overwhelmed with emotion that caught me off guard and could not control the tears. I cried for the joy of the moment, the awe of what was happening, my friends looking so sparkly and new. I cried for the gift of this child who was wanted so very very badly and was given to a home that is over flowing with love and family. I cried for every person who came before who had never known this joy of a child because of their sexuality. I don't even like to say sexuality...it sounds negative. I thought of all the men and women unable to have children in years past because of society and I thought how incredibly wonderful my friends landed safely in a place where they could.
I was overwhelmed with emotion. I still am. I instantly loved their family, and love watching them with their baby.
Everything is good. Everything seems right.
Now, my baby is crying, waking up from a nap. I am so lucky to know the joy of that sound.
1 comment:
Thanks for making me cry...lol
Coming from a child with a parent who had to suppress her sexuality for many years because of society and still does sometimes because she feels she needs to protect her daughters (she so doesn't we are confidant and strong women because of her) I can't imagine that she felt the only way to have the children that she wanted was to marry a person of the opposite sex even though that is not what she desired. I don't have to sacrifice myself to have what I want so why did she??? I'm very lucky to have the parents I have and I wouldn't change having a mom and dad but life would still have been great if my mom would have been with another women and had me because she is my mom and has guided me and shaped me. No matter who she is with she is still my mom and nothing can change that. So to all those out there who don't feel a gay couple can raise a family like a straight couple, you are so wrong and ignorant. I am a product of a gay environment and I have done just fine. I have seen more straight couples screw up there children. Congratulations to your friends and please tell them I am praying for there new little addition.
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