K is for Kris

A funny thing happened on my way to my Friday Fuzz feature (yes, I know it’s Saturday and I’m a day late). I stumbled onto a blog by a mom, like me, who has a transgender child, like me and she refers to her child as K, yes, again LIKE ME! Her K is a daughter. Just like that, in the blink of an eye, my K needed a name of his own. Ugh. I put so much thought into picking my kids names and in a split second, I found myself trying to name a child again. So instead of finding my Friday Fuzz topic, I was looking for K boy names. I quickly learned something about myself. I don’t like many boy names that begin with K. I stumbled onto Kris and it’s a name I have liked in all of it’s forms. I might prefer Chris but in staying true to K, I can do Kris.

Not all parents of transgender kids are supportive. I have heard this time and again. I don’t understand this. This other mom who has a K kid like me, also shares my shock at hearing how many people are not there for the transgender person in their life. We have so much in common- me and this other mom. So I’m giving K a name and K is for Kris, but it’s okay. I found someone that I can hopefully add to my circle and that’s a good thing! My world has shrunk so much the past few years that I have learned that sometimes support comes from the most unexpected places. Opening myself up to new people and new experiences when sometimes I just want to crawl back into bed and hide under my covers is one of the many things I’ve learned to do in the past few years. So here goes…