My son, Trey, is transgender and has known he was supposed to be a boy from the time he was 2 or 3 years old. We didn’t have a name for it until he was in an LGBTQ group in 10th grade, and came home all excited to have figured out who he was. I’m so proud of him, of his willingness to embrace who he is, and his courage and determination to teach the world about who he is, and his stepdad and I have *always* accepted him. I’m also honored to accept you, especially if you have family and friends who don’t.
I can imagine you and your partner, if you have one, arriving at the airport, and our excitement at seeing you on the walkway camera as you walk toward the waiting area in the terminal. When you get down the escalator, my husband and I hug you hard, and we all make our way out into the sunshine and to our van. On the drive home we talk about Tucson and how much we enjoy living here, and you marvel at the relentless blue sky and the mountains all around us.
When we get to our house, my mother, daughter and son who are also there for Christmas, welcome you warmly. We show you to your room, and after you’ve dropped off your belongings you join us in the living room, where you can see our lovely mountain view from the french doors, and we show you your wrapped presents under our tree.
As the holidays progress, you meet my stepson, his family, and my two stepdaughters who also live nearby, with the three little granddaughters. You play with them, enjoy sitting out by the pool, and eat way too much of my husband’s wonderful cooking. (And if my hands are working by then, you even get to taste some of my signature flourless dark chocolate torte. ;p) If you’d like to come along, we all spend a Sunday morning at our spiritual center, where you are also warmly welcomed, and we enjoy a few hikes in our foothills.
Before the end of the holidays you have become part of our family, and we are so sorry that you and your partner have to leave, but we’re so grateful you were able to come and be with us, and we look forward to keeping in touch and having you back again.
Your Holiday Mom