From the moment I first saw you
The second that you were born
I knew that you were the love of my life
Quite simply the love of my life
My college kids are home for spring break. My oldest kid and his family are temporarily living with us. My house is full, as is my heart. These people are my world.
They are technically all legal adults. I know that we are in a new stage where they are letting go even more. I see and feel the changes each time I see them. It is fascinating and sad all at the same time.
Not that long ago I wrote about a Blindside that shook our family to its core. What I did not write about was what immediately followed, which was a major betrayal that occurred at the hands of same person. I was the target of that second attack. I can honestly say that I have never felt so completely betrayed by another person in my entire life. What this has done to my family makes it even worse.
Having all of my kids together on the heels of two upsetting incidents makes this visit an important one. Our tribe just got smaller and we are on shaky ground. We need this time to dust ourselves off, take stock and see that we are okay.
Not all siblings of trans kids are supportive but when Kris came out, his brothers showed him a level of solidarity and love that continues to bring tears to my eyes. I did not tell them that they should do this. They just did.
As I’ve talked to my oldest, Michael, on ways to get past this…..as I’ve talked to Kris about an apology he was given and accepted although he questioned the sincerity or intent behind it……as I’ve talked with Andrew, my baby, about how distressed he has been since hearing what happened to Kris…….I’ve been reminded of all that we have been through together- beginning with the long months I carried them, to giving birth to them and raising them, they make up such a substantial part of my heart and my life.
They are my weakness and my strength tied together and attached to my heart. I am fiercely protective of them. Even when they think they don’t need me. Even when they are parents themselves. Even when I need them myself.
I want to know that they are okay and that we are okay. Weathering the events of this past month has been a trial, at best. I want to cry
which I have and scream which I probably should have (correction- I did scream and then some) and shake the living @#%& out of someone which I cannot.
My heart is riding on a runaway train.
But more than anything, I want to gather my kids close to me, like I did when they were younger….. and tell them that everything will be okay.