Gender

Transgender Day of Visibility

Today is Transgender Day of Visibility. It is a day to show support for the transgender community. It is a time to help fight transphobia by sharing information.

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My son, Kris, is transgender. I have never considered myself to be an activist so it came as a shock to me when he told me that I am. If that’s true, it’s because of him. I do it for him.  When I got pregnant and carried my little changeling for 9-1/2 (YES- I said 9-1/2) months, I didn’t place conditions on whether or not I would keep him when he was born. Being a parent challenges you and stretches you to grow in ways you never thought possible. Even in the darkest times it never crossed my mind to walk away. That’s not what parents do. Parents fight to give their kids a chance.

On this day of visibility, as is the case for every other day, all I want is for Kris to have the same rights as everyone else. All Kris wants is the right to live in a world where a day of visibility is not needed. He wants to be just Kris, a guy who has a girlfriend and goes to college…..

Until that day comes, we need to spread awareness. We need to share the good things. And I came across this fairly new event- it’s called the Trans 100- 2015 Trans 100 Honors Positive Work By Transgender and Gender Non-Conforming People Nationwide– and it’s an event that recognizes transgender people who are out and doing positive things in the areas of transgender political and social rights.

Here’s an article on 10 Things You Can Do For Transgender Day of Visibility if you would like to do something.

You can find more information on this day here- Transgender Day of Visibility

Family · Gender

All Because of a Dress

As Kris began his transition, our household transitioned, too. Bits and pieces of the 18 year girl were packed away, thrown out or stuffed into a closet. Or so I thought. When Kris started purging, boxes and bags appeared outside his bedroom door, with this pile of dresses flung over the top.

I told Kris about a prom dress drive that was in its planning stages at his old high school. He liked the idea of the like-new dresses going to girls who couldn’t afford new ones.

When the day came to donate the dresses, I packed up my car and took them to school a few hours before the actual drive would begin. My friend, John, was there to help me take them to the room where they would be kept. As I hung them up and fussed a little over them, he asked, “Are you okay?” somehow more in tune to my feelings than I was myself. I swallowed the unexpected lump in my throat and moved my head. Whether it was a shake or a nod, I wasn’t sure. Neither was he.

I went home, feeling a little off. Deep down, I knew those dresses had to go. And I was ready to let them go.

But I wasn’t able to settle down when I got home. I paced from room to room, starting a task but not finishing. I was feeling rattled but didn’t know why.

As time passed, I felt agitated and I realized that my heart was beating faster than usual.

I was distracted and shaken. I felt like the walls were closing in around me.

I tried clearing my mind. Taking deep breaths. Relaxing. No luck.

I checked the clock. The dress drive was about to begin.

Without warning a swirling mass of emotions washed over me all at once and I couldn’t catch my breath. I was shaking and I felt like I was going to jump right out of my own skin.

I had to get to the school. FAST.

I don’t remember consciously thinking about what I was doing.

I just knew that if I did not get back to that school before the other people came to drop off dresses that something bad was going to happen. I felt myself unraveling….. so I grabbed my keys, tossed out a “I’ll be back” over my shoulder and practically ran out of the house, leaving behind a confused son and puzzled husband.

I made it back to the school in record time and speed walked to the room that held the dresses. John stood nearby and one look at my face told him that I was not okay. “What?”

“I need a dress.” I looked at the dresses hanging there, protected in plastic. My eyes raced back and forth until I found the one I was looking for. The one I didn’t even know I was looking for until I reached out and grabbed it….and clutched it to me.

“Kris?” he asked. I felt his concern but outwardly he was very calm.

I shook my head, blinking back the unexpected tears over a dress I was never really sure I liked. I kept bunching the dress in my hands until it was nothing more than a crumpled bundle- a poofy white confection of a bundle.

We were silent. Me waiting for the panic to subside, because it wasn’t until I actually laid my hands on the dress that I realized I was having a panic attack, and John being solid and present for me.

 Why that dress?

Warning- As I tend to do when I’m talking about Kerri-Kris pre-coming out, I will be switching to feminine pronouns.

I have so many memories of Kerri as a little girl. These memories are a mixed bag. Kerri was not forced to do what is viewed as stereo-typical girl things growing up. It was her choice. Ballet, pom poms, American Girl Dolls, clothes, make up, jewelry….. all her own choice.

And going to high school dances was another choice she made. She loved dances. Unlike the horror stories I heard from friends with daughters of the same age, we did not experience nightmare shopping trips, hours spent matching accessories and hair and make up drama.

Kerri was pretty low-maintenance when it came to this sort of stuff. She picked out dresses without much fanfare and occasionally I purchased a dress for her and she wore it. Don’t get me wrong- she wanted to look pretty and she always did. She just didn’t turn the process into an ordeal.

And then she was a senior and it was prom time.

She was so excited! She was going with a male friend who wanted a date but not the relationship ties. It was the perfect arrangement for both of them.

We went shopping for the perfect dress. Store after store. Dress after dress. I stood outside the dressing room doors along with the other mothers, doors popping open and random girls walking out, posing, with everyone watching. Kerri was no different than the rest.

I’ll never forget the look on her face when she slowly opened the door. She had finally found “the” dress.

She glowed as she stepped out, smoothing the floating soft fabric. Then she twirled around and said, “I feel like a princess!”

Her obvious joy brought smiles to everyone’s faces, including mine. But it just didn’t feel right.

Here I was, having that mother/daughter bonding moment that I had been struggling with for 18 years….and it did not feel right. It was such a normal thing. What was wrong with me?

And as I held that dress pressed against my chest, I realized why that dress. It was the last dress I bought for Kerri. It was one of the last times I spent with the child I thought was my daughter. But I also know that it’s okay for me to keep the dress for as long as I want. While it does represent the daughter I no longer have, that’s an IMPORTANT thing- because it reminds me of everything Kerri was and everything she was not. I don’t long for Kerri to come back because as you know if you have a transgender person in your life- Kerri was a temporary part of our lives until Kris could BE and all the important parts of Kerri live on in Kris. The farther I get from Kerri, the clearer Kris becomes.

Everything, even a panic attack, happens for a reason.

I’ve included a link to an article about how it feels to have a panic attack. If you’ve never had one, you might find it interesting– How it Feels to Have a Panic Attack

Challenges · Words to Live By

Unwritten

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There are times when everything seems to pile up. I’m sure I’m not the only one who gets overwhelmed from time to time. I look around and there’s more laundry than I remember, the dust bunnies are ruling the halls, unread e-mails are in the triple digits, and I’m behind on blogging and reading. Oh yeah, and Easter is a week away and what have we (I) planned?

“Unwritten” by Natasha Bedingfield is a song that never fails to energize me. It reminds me that it’s never too late to begin and there’s no end to what you can achieve if you are open to it.

Writer’s Quote Wednesday is hosted by Colleen at Silver Threading. Head over there to read more inspirational quotes!

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Photography Challenges

Cee’s Black & White Challenge- Bathrooms

This post is my contribution to Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge.

And here are some photos taken of my favorite bathroom, if one can have a favorite. 🙂 Welcome to my vintage bathroom! 🙂

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Cee's BW Challenge

Thank you to Cee for hosting the challenge!

Challenges · Other · Words to Live By

Who Let the Dogs Out?

For most of my childhood, we had a pet. First it was cats and then dogs. I always swore I would never get a dog when I had kids. The thought of another living being depending on me for it’s very life was more than I ever wanted to deal with….especially one that would never learn to speak and tell me what it wanted.Undercover Pup

And then came Ari. She’s been part of our family for nearly 5 years and we can’t remember a time she wasn’t here. She is a big personality packed into a somewhat small body. (Depending on which suits her needs, she alternates between thinking she’s a very big dog and a small lap dog.) She barks too much sometimes and leaves doggy droppings all over the yard but the good definitely outweighs those 2 things.

There are major benefits to having a dog in your family. A dog is a faithful companion who loves you unconditionally. She offers many health benefits, such as reducing or relieving stress, fighting depression, making you more physically active and she’s good for your heart! I highly recommend getting a dog! cj and ari

More information on the health benefits of owning a pet can be found in these articles-

5 Amazing Health Benefits of Pet Ownership

Animal Planet- Top 5 Health Benefits of Owning a Pet

be-wow-blogger

What in the world is a BeWoW Blogger?

BeWoW stands for Be Wonderful on Wednesday. But really you don’t have to wait for Wednesdays. The idea is to post something about Wonderful on Wednesdays, though. It could be a  wonderful experience you had last week, a wonderful memory that came to you, something inspirational or motivational, maybe something encouraging, or just something that brings a feeling of wonderful to you that you want to share.