As most kids, when my sister and I were little we would get very excited when we would hear the ice cream truck music close by. We would quickly run in the house jumping up and down begging for some money so we could get back outside to flag the truck down. We would run down to the curb and wave our arms frantically to get the drivers attention. It was a sad day when you didn’t make it out there in time to catch his attention. One of these occasions caused my sister great angst. We perused the side of the truck and carefully picked out what we wanted to order. We stood in line and waited our turn trying to be patient. When it was my sister’s turn, the man behind the counter loudly proclaimed, “And what can I get for you young man?” My sister immediately burst into tears and quickly ran up the steps to our house without any ice cream.
It was an honest mistake. She was about 6 years old at the time with short hair, a simple t-shirt and shorts. But this mistake totally devastated her. Being on this journey, I think of that story often. Even though I don’t have a transgender child, I am friends with some transgender people and I know many moms of transgender children. I can’t imagine how hard it is for them to deal with this on a daily basis…people seeing them as a different gender then how they see themselves.
As promised, I have a guest today who is going to share a very personal part of her family’s journey. She has the youngest child out of the three moms that will be sharing with us. She is an amazing mom with a beautiful little girl and I am proud to know her and glad that she considers me a friend. I ask that you be respectful if you decide to comment. (to learn some scientific information about what transgender means – here is an article that you might find helpful).
And now the voice of a mom part II: