A while earlier Lil’T asked what a crush was and I told her it was when you liked someone so much you get butterflies in your stomach and you want to be with them all the time. She then informed me that she had crushes on several people, including an aunt we’ll call Auntie Fun.
Auntie Fun flew out to spend a few days with us. She is a fantastic auntie and both my kids are crazy about her.
When driving back from a picnic hike, Lil’T told us she was pretending Auntie Fun was her birth mom. I was the birth mom of C-minor “in the game” but that Lil’T and C-minor were still sisters because Auntie Fun and I were married.
Then Lil’T reminded us loudly in case we forgot “because you can have two moms get married.”
I do not know exactly where Auntie Fun stands on homosexual rights, but I know where her parents stand and I know that they’ll hear about this.
It may seem little, but I am worried about the consequences for openly stating things we care about around these people. Part of me, maybe the evangelical part that feels responsible to proselytize to the ignorant, wants to yell out:
I don’t believe in a god who orders genocide and has little regard for truth, women, children, non-chosen races or the world we live in.
I don’t support a church that teaches lies, obscures the truth and promotes hatred and intolerance.
I do support the human rights of all marginalized peoples, including respect and dignity. Ethnicity, class, gender, orientation, ability, size are what make us unique and beautiful, not defective.
Of course, merely saying something like “evolution is so fascinating” or “my friend just got engaged to her amazing girlfriend of 3 years” are not seen as positive affirmations of life by some people but as an aggressive attack.
I do not need to get in people’s faces and tell them what I am passionate about, even though I have been trained to. However, I wish I did not feel like I need to hide those things around family.
Ironically, in hopes of a deferred nap-time, my kids are hiding in the closet right now.