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My Dear Sweet One,
Hello, I am your holiday trans-mom. I am the parent of two sons, one adopted trans-son, and two grandsons. As the cold North wind blows across the front porch, l welcome you into our warm holiday celebration. We’ve been waiting for you to arrive. I’ve been so excited for you to join us. We couldn’t start without you.
Dinner is cooking and the smells from the kitchen are wafting into the living room. I hope you are hungry. While our meal finishes cooking, let’s cozy up to the fire and just take the time to get to know each other. I know that you may be feeling lost this time of the year. Well, it doesn’t have to be that way. There are many of us out here who love and cherish who you are. It makes no difference to me who you are, who you love or what you look like. I am not here to judge you. You are perfect just the way you are. I only want what is best for you, according to you. I am here to love, honor and respect you. I don’t know what path you have been on, but I bless your journey. It doesn’t matter what others may think of you. What truly matters is what you think of you. I wish for you to become comfortable with who you are and to love you for whom you are. I, too, have been on a journey of self-discovery. And, it has taken me a long time to be able to love me for me. My hope for you is that you will discover that inner peace much sooner than I.
Oh, I think dinner is ready. If you could lend a hand with the serving dishes, that would be a big help. There we’re ready. So let’s all gather around the table and be grateful that we have one another. But, before we begin, I would like for each of us to silently thank God, the universe or whatever higher being we choose, for the blessings of being together tonight and for the abundance this meal brings us. Let us toast, with sparkling apple juice, the laughter and good company. As the smells and taste of our holiday dinner swirl around the table, I look to see the contentment in your eyes. You fit right in with this celebration. Your big smile and full tummy tell me all I need to know. You feel at home. You are at peace. Bless you my Dear.
I know it is getting kind of late and you need to be on your way. Don’t forget to take some leftovers with you. We have plenty. So, as you pull on your mittens and scarf, over you warm winter coat ready to leave, I would like you to remember that you are loved. Not just by me, but by thousands of us out in the world that believe that you are perfect and lovable and cherished beyond imaging, just the way you are.
Safe journeys My Sweet One.
Your Holiday Trans Mom