My son is an awesome, creative, smart, compassionate, funny, unique and TOTALLY KICK ASS kid!
He is a good friend, kind cousin and fantastic brother.
He reads volumes upon volumes of books, plays in the rain, makes up funny jokes AND laughs at them, draws comics, sings songs, writes poems, swims, builds Legos, makes delicious peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, has an incredible “house” on Minecraft, cares about animals, cries when he sees injustice in the world, loves to match up his clothes the night before, knows all of the Looney Tunes and Adventure Time episodes by heart, wants to be the President/ a veterinarian/architect/piano player and so much more.
He is the kindest, most compassionate, genuine kid I have ever known.
He also loves One Direction and Justin Beiber. He plays with girls and “girl” toys (whatever that means). He likes to put colors in his hair, he sings “girl” (again WTF does that even mean?) songs at the top of his lungs and LOVES every note of them. He loves fashion and putting “outfits” together.
He is the most authentic person I have ever known.
And because of this he is called “gay” and “faggot” and other horrendous names.
He is bullied by his “friends” and called “pussy” and “sissy”……..HE IS 9 YEARS OLD!!!!!!!!
This kills me.
I can see a piece of his heart break and the glimmer in his eye dwindle every time it happens.
I don’t know if he is gay, straight, bi, trans*, queer, cis, or something else entirely…..he is 9 YEARS OLD!!!!! HE doesn’t even know yet! ………and it DOESN’T FUCKING MATTER!!!!!!
It kills me and breaks my heart for him, that at 9 years old he is ALREADY being bullied, tormented and teased by other 8 & 9 year olds!!!!
HOW do these kids even know these hateful words at this age?!
What kind of parents are raising their kids to be such hate filled bigoted monsters at such a young age (or any age)?!
I have no idea what kind of person my son will grow into, but I can assure you it will be a person full of love, tolerance, acceptance and kindness. A person that knows their worth is NOT dictated by what music they listen to, what toys they play with, whom they love and how they express themselves.
I Love my son and all of his incredible, quirky, intelligent, funny, caring and silly ways.
I love his heart and how he moves through this world. I love his resilience and his courage and strength.
…….. I just wish I could make it easier for him.