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afdkgahsdkfjasdk guys

guys i’m going to cry

guys i love my mom so much guys

so i just got on facebook and noticed my baby picture on her page, so i decided to read what she posted

This is my child.

My baby girl, the one we thought we’d never have.  The one who was so impatient to get into this world, she tried coming at 6.5 months.  Maybe she knew she’d have to fight her way through life, and just decided to start early.

The one I nicknamed “Monster Baby,” because she had 14 hands and 6 feet and never wanted her toys but LOVED the cords behind the computer desk.  The one who kept us from going out to eat for a year because if we weren’t done eating when she was, all hell broke loose.  The one who pulled her sister’s hair out in a clump in Kmart during Christmas one year, then told me loudly and clearly “Don’t pull my hair, dammit” when I pulled hers back.  The one who trapped her sister in a screen door display at Menards and proceeded to terrorize her until I could get them out.  The one who preferred the dog’s dry food to her own snacks.

The same one who clapped and yelled “yay!” at church when the choir finished a song.  The one who sashayed whenever she walked anywhere.  The one who played dress-up incessantly and sang songs and gave the best two-handed kisses ever.  The one who insisted on sitting in my lap instead of on her chair.

The one who was sick more than she was well when she was young.  The one with whom I spent 4 days in a hospital due to double-pneumonia, and would sit, elf-like, in her bed, staring anxiously through the glass wall when I went to the bathroom, to make sure I was coming back.  The one who took a make-up case of medicine whenever she spent the night anywhere.  The one who broke an ankle playing “Capture the Chicken” in gym, and then broke a wrist riding on a neighbor’s skateboard.  The one with an extremely high pain tolerance.

The child who never knew a stranger, and made friends with the opposing team while standng on 2nd base in teeball.  The same child who started questioning herself in middle school, and who began a life-long battle with anxiety and depression at the same time, thanks to hormones and heredity.  The same one I pushed into a date with a boy, and she went, for me, because it was the hardest thing she’d ever have to pretend.  The one who worried that daddy didn’t know she was gay before he died, and how would he have reacted?  The one with tears in her eyes when she realized he did know, and he didn’t care.

The same one with an amazing talent for drawing, and a thirst for knowledge that rivals my own.  The one with more sensitivity than anyone I’ve ever met.  The one who draws needy people to her like a magnet, and then drains herself dry trying to be what they need her to be.  The one who meets me at the door each night with a glass of ice water and the TV remote.  The one who just has to run upstairs and give me a hug, just because.

And this child of mine is gay.  This same child.  This very one.

The one whom closed-minded, small, self-absorbed people say is an “abomination” according to nonexistent passages in the bible, a storybook written by man to shore up a society’s strength in a time of rebellion and strife.  The one to whom self-righteous, power-hungry politicians want to dictate what she can and cannot do, who she can and cannot marry.  The one who un-Christ-like Christians say is going to hell, just for being who she is.

The one who is more Christian than the whole lot of them.

So, before anyone starts blathering about morals and family values and how love should be, remember this:

You cannot condemn a group without condemning the individuals in that group.  When you condemn “the gays,” you condemn my daughter.  If you cannot accept her homosexuality along with her artistic talent, her sensitivity, her love for everyone, her humor…then you better not accept me, either.  I will love her and defend her and champion her with my dying breath. She is MY baby, MYlittle girl.  And she deserves the same chance at happiness that anybody’s baby does.

gross sobbing

i am so lucky you guys, i love my mom so much

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