Allies of Love
running errands a few weeks ago, I ran into an old acquaintance. We were
catching up with the usual pleasantries. “How is your son? Does he have a
steady girlfriend?” I replied, “No, but he and his boyfriend have been together
for more than a year and a half.” With a horrified and shocked look, followed
by a snarky reply, she inquired, “Well, how is that?” I gave a quizzical glare
until she finished. On some level, my mind knew where her comment was going, “Having
a gay son?”
Six years have passed since the encounter, which prompted me to write this piece about my Pride and joy. After I initially posted this on my social media page, I received a phone call from my son’s Nana, my ex-mother-in-law. As I answered the phone, I held my breath. She was the only person whose love for my son rivaled mine. Over the years, that love had the power to make us the greatest enemies or the strongest allies. Her words to me were simple, “I am so proud of you, Honey. I love you.” The bottom line is, regardless of your beliefs, your gender, your ethnicity—love is love. Shouldn’t we all aspire to be allies of love?
My only wish is that my son’s Nana was still present when we realized my son had
found his forever partner. This kind, loving man blends into our family as if
he was always a part of us because, in reality, he is now and forever family.