So much is going on in my life right now , I can feel my head spin. I’m exhausted beyond what I thought I could ever cope with. Yet I am still standing.
I am trying to see the precious moments of love and joy , in whatever form they may come in.
I have had some absolutely beautiful moments with my father in the past week. Moments that I will treasure for the rest of my life. Last night we had a conversation about parents who have lesbian daughters. Now Dad is a man who doesn’t understand anything about being same sex attracted and says the rosary every night.
I was saying that as a parent you are called to “love” your child. So if they come out as gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, queer etc , you don’t get to reject them. It’s your job to love them regardless. To have their back. To hold them when their heart is broken.
For me this is what a parents love looks like.
He was telling me about his cousin, whose daughter was a lesbian, this father had gone through all the emotions. In the end he said to dad, you can get angry and not understand the fact your daughter is a lesbian, but in the end of it I realised “I love my daughter” I don’t care who she loves. She is my daughter and I love her.” This was meant so much to me.
I have endeavoured to be like this with my own children. Sometimes I do it right, sometimes I don’t. I want them to know I love them. I don’t care who they love. Unless the person is an arsehole.
The depth of my love for my own children knows no bounds. There really is no love like it.
So if you aren’t accepted by your parents.
Talk to me.
I’ll have your back.
I’ll hold when your heart is broken. Wipe your tears away.
Be true to who you are. The very depths of you.
And be kind.