Monday I drove my son Nels to his first day on campus. He’s taking Music Theory, English, and ASL to kick off his college career.
I walked alongside him past the birch trees framing our bright pathway – he stopped to inspect a centipede cheerfully trundling our way – and I felt the sun on my face, mirrored in the honeyed swing of my child’s long blonde hair. I knew I only had a few moments with him and his low, level conversation before he’d politely step back into his private world.
And I ate those moments up.
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Just one teensy tiny anecdote about what it's like supporting a trans child. I'm at a medical appointment with my oldest. Practitioner: chit-chat chit-chat chit-chat. Then she says right away, "I really like the name Phoenix!" Me: "Thank you! You know, he picked that name out himself. When he was eight! So I can't take the credit!" Practitioner seems taken aback, because of ...
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