well it is nearly that time of year when my family gets together at mom’s house.
presents under the tree, smells of too much food wafting about, great grandchildren underfoot waiting to open gifts…
i’m not much of a people person, even when the people are my family.
as the oldest of seven, with fiftyfive years under my belt, and a tendency to be overtly honest as well as terrible at suffering fools, this year, being the first with zion openly a girl, there is a lot of ambiguity toward this gathering.
my mother understands by now that i won’t tell zion that she can’t wear one of her new sweater dresses to grandma’s.
she knows by now that every time she refers to zion with a male pronoun, i will correct her by supplying the female one in it’s place.
actually, my mom…with seventyfive years under her belt, has been pretty darned good about accepting that which she readily admits she doesn’t understand.
it is the others expected to be in attendance that may try to make things into controversy.
in advance of this eventuality, i am wearing my new favorite long sleeved t-shirt..
‘my kid is transgender……if that’s a problem
GET SOME HELP!’
(zion loves this shirt!)
people who know me already understand that unless they want to lose, it is best not to pick a fight with me
so, altho the usual loathing of crowds, even if they are my family, is firmly in place…i will attend, with an ‘i dare you’ attitude that says:
‘go ahead…make my day!’