Little Gifts # 5

It hasn't always been this way.

When my daughter was young, she begged me not to embarrass her. She had to fit in and my single Mom same sex status was hard on her. It was not until her first year in college that in a flash she was no doubt proud of me and there were no more secrets. 

A little gift? NO. Not little at all. But I'm calling it that because the change in the world at large these past years, while disturbing to some for religious and other reasons, is another step in allowing people, all people, to be who they are. Little by little that filters down through families into communities and all the way to oppressive governments.

A few years back  I loved a woman who loved me but she was homophobic in ways that sometimes broke my skin. She reminded me that mostly I am insulated by  people who accept and don't make exceptions about what for me are civil rights. In her own way that was her little gift to me. I would not want to be ambivalent about myself or anyone else. 

 I'd like to hear about your own experience, from whatever vantage point you occupy. 

love  

kj