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Dear Holiday Child,
Oh, what a year. Not one of our best in the United States, if you ask me. But here we are, in our fifth year of letter writing over the holidays. Moms from all over have once again stepped up to make sure you know that you are loved and so very accepted just the way you are.
We moms here – we are of a feisty nature. Already we are taking stands for you out in the world. As the mom of a transgender child myself (he’s now an adult), I’m going to worry about him and all of you until we once again get back to progress for all our LGBTQ family members.
Here is what I know about the holidays, at least for me: They are supposed to be one thing, they are “sold” to us as so wonderful, but if you feel you are in the wrong place, you can ache inside through every Christmas Carol and dysfunctional family gathering. That is why we created this space here for you. Walk into our virtual living rooms, pull up a chair to our virtual dinner tables, and be with us.
In my case, right now, I invite you to sit beside me on my virtual office couch – the green two-seater you see here – and listen to this tale of love I would give to you if you were right here and my very own:
My Holiday Child – I wanted you from before you were born. I wanted you to be on this earth with me. Truly, I did.
I had dreams for you from the moment I knew you were coming into existence – every bone, every feature, every personality trait, every aspect of you was precious to me. Yes, that includes your TRUE sexual and gender identity. That was just going to be part of you and it was as beautiful as everything else!
I was curious about you, excited for you, and could not wait to see you! I wanted you just as you are, too – because while you would not be perfect, you would be perfectly you.
Please feel this is true: I wanted you to exist even before you did. I wanted you to grow and give yourself to our world, and allow this world to give back to you. I wanted there to be a place for you everywhere you went, and I started working on making that space as best I know how.
Like any good mother, I worry about you. Not that you can’t take care of yourself – I know you can. But the world isn’t what it ought to be, and so I admit, I sometimes become afraid for you (let’s face it – for all of us). But I know we are more than this fear. We can love, and that is no small thing.
I have faith in you. You were born for a reason. It may seem random that you are here at this time, but don’t believe that for a minute. Not a second! While I don’t blame you for sometimes feeling that way, staying in that place won’t get you where you want to go. You can hold on to my faith on this when you don’t have any of your own, because I know you being you is exactly right. For you, for me, for the world.
You’re a brave soul to come as you are to this world as it is. I just want you to know I SEE that. I FEEL that. I SEE and FEEL you, even if I’ve never met you in person. My soul can feel you out there. See if your soul can feel me out here, too.
Anyway, I’m getting long-winded here. So I’ll close by offering you some virtual cookies because they are the only kind I know how to make!
Good talking to you, as always. Love, Shamama
PS: Don’t tell, but I got your brother a set of dishtowels for his new apartment that say “God Save The Queens” on them for under the tree. I thought you’d get a kick out of knowing before he does!
PPS: Come back here to YourHolidayMom.com every day all season – we are here daily through New Years Day, 2017! Lots of moms will be sending love your way.