Gay kid

The first person we called is Melissa. When he was ten he started wearing makeup. I figured not much would change. I stopped her mom the next day and relayed the conversation. Thank you so much for raising a kid like that. I never would have known to say congratulations, but what a lovely thing to say. I texted the dad to thank him.

Everyone he told was supportive except for one adult.

Same-Sex Parents Raising Kids

My stomach gets tight and my eyes water. I can remember my son looking over at me, and I knew I had to kid something. I had no idea what else to say. She said more things, to defend her comment. Which made the situation worse. But I learned something from my son after that. He knew gay was a terrible response and that she was showing that something is wrong with her, not him.

He made an eloquent speech to me about people expressing themselves through their discomforts. He prepared himself so well. But then one night a few weeks later he called me into his bedroom. He was crying. I felt so stupid for thinking everything would be fine. Of course he wants to fit in.

He always wants to make everyone feel comfortable. I started noticing more. He plays basketball on two local teams and a travel team, and he had always been the fun goofy kid. But now he was a wreck at basketball. I had never thought of that. And all his best friends are girls. So he is around lots of girls a lot of the time.

And the girl still wanted to kiss him.