Happy Holidays: Robbi

Family_idiotsbooks-183-X2Hello Friend –

Welcome to our crazy and comfy home. Don’t mind Iggy, she just barks really loud whenever anyone comes in but is a total wimp. See? She’s already given up and is back to sitting in the most comfortable chair in the house. And please don’t step on the cat, he is old and blind and might accidentally poop on you. Ha ha, just kidding, he totally only poops on the stairs on his way to the litter box that he doesn’t use. Also, don’t mind the kids – Alden will want to show you her rope climbing skills, Kato will become suddenly shy (though he can be easily coaxed out of his shell with inquiries about planes or rockets) and August will toddle up and hug you and probably demand your iPad or phone (don’t do it). In our small town, the kids all call grown-ups “Aunt” and “Uncle” – so just by being introduced you’ve already become a part of our family. We’re so happy to have you.

Perhaps this holiday season is hard for you, perhaps it is lonely. Perhaps you have struggled with acceptance from your own friends and family, and perhaps you have even struggled with yourself for identifying as LGBTQ. And for that I am truly, truly sorry. I hope that you can find some respite in our home and at our table, though I can’t guarantee there won’t be a lot of chaos involved too.

One of the unspoken treasures of true acceptance is when you aren’t treated differently from anyone else, and so I will demand that you not stand on the table (August is the most frequent offender), that you finish your dinner before starting your dessert (actually, no one ever follows that rule, including me), and that if you happen to accidentally kick or punch someone while wrestling, you have to give hugs and kisses and say you’re sorry. Them’s the rules. If only that last one could be applied to everyone— both literally and metaphorically. If anyone is ever hurt, we need to extend our hands and try to help them heal. And so I hope you’ll metaphorically take my extended hand, friend.

Please have a seat and warm up with a cup of tea while I scurry around the kitchen doing the final touches on our meal. Ha ha, who am I kidding? I’ll be sitting hanging out with you while Matthew does all the kitchen stuff. We all know I’m a horrible cook. You and I can chat about this and that, about the latest things that you’re up to, about the book you just read that I got started but never finished (I’m never going to finish it, so please just tell me how it ends). I’ll ask how you’re doing, but you probably won’t tell me directly because Alden and Kato are fighting over the trampoline and everything’s a bit distracting. Matthew will interrupt and ask me to dress the salad (he always puts way too much dressing on) and I will get up and give your shoulder a squeeze on my way to the kitchen. Matthew will offer you some more tea and we’ll swap – he’ll probably ask all the same questions and you’ll have to repeat yourself a lot and I’ll apologize loudly from the kitchen. You are kind not to seem to mind.

And now Kato has asked you to please please please play freeze tag, and you are so good to oblige. I’m so sorry that he’s no longer wearing his pants.

I see that you are concerned when the three kids collide, but no harm done – the frenzy of the chase is enough to get them back up and running, though August points emphatically at his head and demands a kiss from you before he rejoins the fray. Thanks for doing that.

I have to interrupt the freeze tag so we can all eat dinner. We settle down at the table and say a quick “itadakimasu” – the Japanese version of grace, or more like “bon appetit,” I grew up saying it (did you know my mom was japanese, and awesome, by the way? She would have LOVED you – she was an extraordinarily quick and accurate judge of character). Itadakimasu literally means “I humbly receive” and that’s how I feel about having you here with us on this special day, thrown into the soup with us, as it were, and gracefully weathering the storm of my family.

The kids are occupied with their food, so we can talk some more. We’re excited to hear about your latest plans,  and I think you should just do it. Do it! Matthew’s a little more cautious, but not un-optimistic. He offers some sage advice while I wink and nod and smile at you from behind his back to convince you I’m right, and you pretend like I’m not acting like a weirdo. Matthew totally knows I’m doing it, so he looks you right in the eyes and says, “You gotta do what feels right to you.”  He’s all right, that one.

We barely have time to finish our meal before the kids are demanding another game of freeze tag. I insist you don’t have to, but you insist you do. They are so ecstatic that they forget to ask for dessert (seeing how crazy they are now, you definitely don’t want to see them after brownies and ice cream). You just scored 100 points with me and Matthew. Well done, friend, well done.

Once you’ve run them around the room a few dozen times, they start to flag and ask for a story before bed. (200 points!) You settle down on the couch (since Iggy’s still occupying the recliner) and the kids pile on your lap, each one with a book. By the time you get to the third book, August has fallen asleep and Kato’s eyes are drooping. (300 points!) You ask if you should keep reading and Alden says, “I’m a night owl. I’m not ever going to sleep.” After book #3, Kato is out. (1000 points!)

Time for dessert. Alden gets a tiny portion but doesn’t finish, because she suddenly decides she wants to do some drawing at her desk by the window. I eat the rest of her brownie. You and Matthew and I finally get to sit down and talk like adults – to the gentle soundtrack of snores from August and jingles from Iggy’s collar as she rearranges herself in the recliner. We laugh, we tell stories, and I don’t really remember what all we talk about, but I feel such a fondness for you that I feel in my heart that we are simpatico. It’s a warm fuzzy feeling because frankly I don’t feel simpatico with just anyone. There’s something special about you.

It’s getting late and you see that Matthew has suddenly gotten tired. He does that, all of a sudden. I could rattle on for a long time (Alden isn’t the only night owl in the house) but it’s clear he needs to go to bed. We pack up a little tupperware for you (don’t worry, we’ll get it back from you next time) while you put on your coat. We walk you down the stairs and are saying good-bye when Alden comes trundling down with a paper in her hand. “Don’t forget your card!” she says, “I made it for you.” You kneel down to take it from her, and she points out all of the pieces of the picture. “Here I am. I’m wearing a crown. This is Kato and this is August. August is so small because he’s just a toddler. Here’s Papa – he’s wearing fuzzy pants because it’s so cold outside. And here’s Mama. She has a crown on too, because she’s the queen. And here you are. I drew you in pink because pink is my favorite color. We’re playing freeze tag next to the Christmas tree.” You nod patiently and say some nice admiring things about her drawing skills. Then she takes it back from you and says, “And see? When you fold it up like a card, on the back it says, ‘I love you. Love, Alden.’ That’s because I love you.” She hands it back to you and says “Hug and a kiss!” and you kindly oblige, and she scampers back up the stairs.

Our evening is over and Matthew gives you a big hug. “Good to see you, friend.” Then it’s my turn, and I give you a big hug and an extra squeeze. I start to apologize for the chaos and you stop me. “I had a nice time,” you say. And I look in your eyes and say, “Me, too.” You put Alden’s card in your pocket and you’re out the door. We watch you as you head down the block, and I call out, “Until next time!” and you turn and smile and wave.

Happy holidays, Friend. We’re so glad to have you.

Much love,













  1. Skarlette-Paige says:

    Hi! This is my first time commenting on a post, as I’ve only really just found this website through tumblr, but your family seems absolutely amazing and I’m happy that I mentally visited you guys. I had a wonderful time! (wink).
    Please, in my honor, give yourself, Matthew, Alden, Kato, August, Oscar and Iggy all hugs, kisses (and extra belly/ear rubs for the animals).
    I myself live in a home that is relatively sectioned off from other parts of my family, since we’re in California and they’re all in Russia – you see, we moved here when I was seven. So now holidays are spent by my mom complaining about the holidays being idiotic, my dad attempting to agree, and me wishing we could celebrate it better. I’m lesbian, and my family is all strictly homophobic – so I’m closeted around my family, but some of my friends know.
    I adore children very, very much, so imagining me playing with the kids was so cute and it’ll probably cheer me up these following weeks! You are such a wonderful mom and person and I feel a lot happier simply knowing people like you actually exist.
    Right now I’m cuddled up with my kitten, Margo (after the pretentious girl from John Green’s novel) and writing in another tab; I hope to be published soon. Almost all of the characters are Russian, and LGBT – guess it’s “influenced” by my own life.
    I’m sending so much love and if I was there, I’d probably bring my own cookies to share and teach the kids “Not Gonna Get Us” by t.A.T.u, a Russian band that was famous in the USA for kissing (they were both girls), and maybe show them a cute cartoon from my own childhood, too!
    Holidays are really rough, especially with the fact that I’m never going to have the exact family I dreamt of; but this is one of the best websites, because there’s other families like that, that would open their home (even mentally).
    In Russia, mildly what we celebrate (we’re kind of a mix of American holidays and Russian ones now) is you actually do not get presents on Christmas, but on New Years! It also falls later, the Russian Christmas, or Rozhdestvo, in January. It’s a bit different, but just as fun. Moscow is especially gorgeous in Christmas time, but recently in the past few years it’s getting worse, and the anti-gay law would prevent me from being who I am even more than now, so I’m glad I live here!
    I love the name choices of your children; I have a thing for names, maybe because I write so much, and characters and stuff.. One of my friends has a little boy named “Seishin”, and I think it means “spirit” in Japanese or something among those lines!
    But this is getting long and I don’t want to bore you; so, again, give everyone a hug for me, and ya tebya lyublyu! (I love you in Russian!)

    • Robbi says:

      Hi Skarlette-Paige! What a wonderful response to my letter. So glad to share this time with you and to hear your story. I’m pretty sure the kids are going to love rocking out to “Not Gonna Get Us” – downloaded! 🙂
      Good luck with your writing – you are lucky to have chosen something to be passionate about that you will just keep getting better at the longer you do it (did I mention Matthew is a writer?). Hugs to you and Margo, and ya tebya lyublyu too.

  2. Cindy Brittain says:

    Holiday Greetings Robbi to you and your WONDERfilled family!!! We LOVE you guys, and are blessed to have you as friends! I am a TRANS wife (and an accepting Mom too). For anyone out there struggling these holidays that are supposed to be oh so happy, or struggling ANY time of the year, know that I am sending you a spiritual boost and HUG. You are perfect just the way you are! Know that and LOVE yourself.

    I met, fell in love with, then married my soul mate 32 years ago. She was in her “male persona” then, but I believed in her. It took as long as it took for her to transition the person SHE knew she really was/is. Life was not always easy, but we learned a lot through those challenges.

    Embrace the LOVE and JOY of Robbi, her family and PEACE and LOVE from me! xoxox cin

    • Robbi says:

      Cindy – you and Susan are truly inspirational. We are lucky to call you friends, and hope that you are just the lights that lead the way for the rest of us. Happy holidays to you –
      Robbi, Matthew & the mad circus

  3. Brittany says:

    This was beautiful, heartwarming, very well written and I just felt the need to let you know that you are a wonderful person and also a wonderful mom. I guess I should maybe tell you a little bit about myself, now that you’ve opened up your home. I’m Brittany, I’m 17 years old and I’m a fairly closeted bisexual. Ever since I was younger and was unaware of the fact that I was going to like girls I always very upset with the fact that gays got treated differently than others and I could not, for the life of me, understand why gay marriage was illegal. And now I am completely blown away by what everyone here is doing. Where I come from, my whole community is very homophobic. I remember a couple years ago a lady came around asking for donations to support the lgbtq cause, and after my mother told her that she supported it and would donate, the lady said that she had been the first person to even give her the time of day, and this was late afternoon. (My father didn’t even come outside so I still don’t know just how accepting he his) I was appalled. I honestly could not believe what I had heard and I didn’t want to be a part of a community that was so closed minded. Eventually I left and the school I go now is FAR more accepting than I could have ever dreamed. However, every once in a while I hear stories about one particular girl who is mistreated due to her sexuality and I seriously wish I could do something to open up these people’s minds and make them realize that what they’re doing and saying is wrong. But I’m only one girl, and no one is going to listen to me. Anyways. I just wanted to thank you for writing this wonderful letter. It means a lot to me. Maybe one day the world will be as kind and open armed as you are. I hope you and your family have a wonderful holiday.

    • Robbi says:

      Brittany – So nice to meet you! I’m so sorry for what you’ve had to go through. Though you are “just one girl” you are actually one of many… and your voices are getting louder and stronger. Someday, here’s hoping everyone will be able to hear and understand you. Until then, remember that there are people out there on your side. Happy holidays to you –

  4. Corey says:

    Thank you so much for this. I am a 20 year old transboy who has very not accepting parents. This was what I really needed tonight, you’re saving lives.

    • Robbi says:

      Great big hugs to you, Corey. You’re the one who’s doing the hard work of being true to yourself – I’m just glad I could sit with you for a moment. I wish you peace in your heart, and may your parents come to see you as yourself and not who they think you should be. I’ll be thinking of you (while I try not to burn the turkey).

  5. Shelly says:

    It is nice to be invited into your life even if it is filled with chaos you see I feel sometimes that I am missing a family of my own but I know that it will happen for me when it is supposed to happen. Until then I am more than happy that you and everyone that has wrote a letter for this Web site I can’t thank you enough.

  6. Aaren says:

    I just found this website through Tumblr and I’m kind of sitting around and crying while reading messages.

    I just wanted to say thank you for sharing your family with me.

    • Robbi says:

      Glad to share, Aaren – and so pleased you stumbled in on our family! Hope your holidays are full of warmth and chaos – the good kind. Much love from all of us,
      Robbi, Matthew, Alden, Kato, August, Iggy and Oscar

  7. Emily says:

    This is inspired. <3

    I so so SO love you, Robbi. Awesome mom, incredible friend, gorgeous heart. Hope to spend the holidays with your crew one of these years… MWAH!

  8. Trans Mom says:

    Oh My! I love your outpouring of love and family. And, chaos! Thank you for sharing your holidays with us.

  9. Lisa says:

    Grinning from ear to ear! Freeze tagging the precious moments in this lovely letter!

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