Posts in PARENTING
SHE DIDN'T HUG ME, ON HER FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL AND IT'S OKAY.

This image was my goodbye.

At first I was indignant! Here I am! Let me celebrate you dammit!!!!

I looked again, swallowed the lump, and waved. She waved back, a smile filled her face, and an ease came over her body. I remember this feeling. In so many ways she is me, she is mine. Being here in this universe with her people is her happy place. She’s safely in her extroverted social butterfly orbit.

I remember these moments like they were yesterday. Sometimes I wish I could do them all over again; or at least remember them better.

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HOW DO YOU CO PARENT WHEN YOUR PARTNER HAS ALL OF THESE OPINIONS?

CO PARENTING IS HARD!

Why did no one say?You’ll be more frustrated about this than almost anything else in your relationship. But remember to hear each other, really listen, past the fear, and to the value you are trying to teach, focus on that rather than the very specific path you think you should take to get there and you’ll be okay”

Nope just some BS about “how the days are long but the years are short.”

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PARENTS, LISTEN UP! WE NEED VACATIONS TOO!

PARENTS NEED VACATIONS

This is our mantra while Katherine and I sneak away childless for 4 nights in the Bahamas.

“But didn’t you just GET back from vacation?!?” I can hear you ask quizzically. 

No miggy figgys!!!

No, I did not just get back from a vacation, I just got back from a trip! With my kids. Where we do all of the same crap like laundry, and cooking, and fighting over screen time, and bedtimes and all of it, but we do it in a new, more challenging place, without any of our creature comforts!  

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THE LOVE IS THE SAME

It would be silly for me to say I’m the exact same person.

I’m not.

The world treats me differently now. And I am different because of it.

I feel more confident. I feel more free. I feel a deep down sense of me.

And yet, I also have this new set of rules and societal expectations on me.

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MOST MORNINGS

I wake up happy most mornings.

The sun streams in through the window, it catches the dust in the air just right so the sun beams dance with magic. The birds are chirping, I can hear the kids’ feet stomping around on the other side of our bedroom door. I stretch. And yawn. Absentmindedly my hand reaches out for my wife. I roll over and lean into her warm, soft, body. She’s fast asleep, her breathing soft and deep. My body just sinks into hers, I begin to want her and in that very moment I am reminded that I am trans. That my body doesn’t have the pieces my mind believes it does, or at the very least should have.

This is the first moment of most days that I remember I’m trans.

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