I wrote this post about Kellen coming out to me, first as a lesbian, then as transgender, back in 2015. Can you believe I STILL am working on it? What stubborn hearts we can be built with, even when we wish we could give up the struggle.
Anyway, in honor of Pride month, I decided to repost this old post. Please read it by clicking the title “Not your parents’ transgender.” It was one of the hardest things I have ever written.
Things have changed, and I keep learning how to embrace the change. Since that post the most difficult thing was their name change. But that’s been three years ago now and I completely think of Kellen as their name, and I cringe while reading all the way through this old post, using their deadname. (See the disclaimer at the top of the post, explaining deadname)
I am fabulously proud of my kids ( In addition to Kellen, this now includes, their fiancé Cameron, their roommate Dane, and Pedro’s twins Liam and Andre). ALL of my kids are kind, loving, and supportive and empathetic and genuine people. It all comes back to that, you know? As a parent, I can gripe about a dozen things I wish my kid would do that match my parent narrative, but that all pales in front of the best quality of all: my kids are the best kind of human being. Kindness wins over everything.
Conscious Engagement 
Much love to you and all of you. You sure have lots of kids suddenly! May you all be as loving and kind as you have been.