Forgive and Forget

My daughter  called me yesterday.  We talked about the fact that I'd become angry at her for commenting about the fact that she and her brother were never close.  I didn't see that.  I didn't see many things when they were growing up. I think as parents, we only see what we want to see.  Like my dismissal of the fact that my son might be gay when he was small.  Numerous signs danced in front of me.  I ignored them.

I don't know why.

I told my daughter that I was sorry.  That I know that I can't rush or change her views about her brother.  I did ask her to try to be supportive. Still strange to me is that we think that we can approve or disapprove who someone is.  And it doesn't just apply to a persons gender...It applies to someone's attitude, their state of mind, their religion, their culture, their skin color....and the list goes on and on.

I don't know why.

Sometimes I struggle to discuss things on the web, for fear that someone will see what I think.  But, what would be the purpose of discussing things on the web if you don't want someone to see?

That just doesn't make sense to me.

I've sat here all morning for about an hour and a half watching Dancing With the Stars. I wanted to see Chaz Bono dance.  I was very touched by seeing his mom, Cher in the audience rooting for him.  He did well today.  I notice, though a look of uncertainty on his face.  It is a look of loss.  It must be an awfully daunting task to begin late in life to live your life as male, when you were born as a female.

I have enough issues. It's a good thing that I wasn't born transgender.  I think that I would have handled being lesbian well.

Anyway... that's all I can think of to write right now. 

Bye...