
I wish I could say that I was understanding and supportive from the beginning, long before she met Renaissance Woman, but the truth is I wasn't. As liberal and open-minded as I thought I was, when it came to my own daughter I was fearful. I worried about her closing off opportunities for herself professionally and socially, shrinking her world. I worried that my own friends and family would reject her. And, to be completely honest, I worried that they would think, as I did, that I had failed as a mother.
Luckily for me, she was willing to keep communication channels open during that difficult period, and when she and Renaissance Woman began to get serious, I (finally!) realized I needed to come to grips with reality. Luckily I found a parents' support group right in my Tel Aviv neighborhood that not only remedied my misunderstanding of my daughter and other lesbians and gays, but did it in Hebrew.
So Elswhere, I salute you today for remaining true to yourself (and for finding a way to send your mother to Hebrew school). And with all my heart I wish you and Renaissance Woman a Happy Anniversary.
3 comments:
Your post is about the best kind of mother's love: honest, open, reflective, and ultimately fun and funny (cf., the Hebrew school bit). Wonderful. And much joy to all.
Congratulations to Elsehere. It's funny, as my own children move on, I wonder if they thought I was a good father. Time will tell, I guess.
Tamar, Your comment means a lot to me. We are daughters who know how complicated it is to be one. Being a mother is just the other side of that coin!
Fred, You could ask them, but not until they're out on their own. Meanwhile I'll tell you: you're the best father they could possibly have. You stayed around for the "duration," you modeled responsible behavior, and you loved them. The rest is details.
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