My Mom Is the L Word
Originally Published: March 20, 2012
Revised: September 5, 2012
When I was about eight years old, my mother got a divorce from my father. Afterwards, my mom started to date women. I didn’t really grasp the idea that my mother was dating women. At eight years old, it doesn’t exactly click in your brain. I never questioned it because it didn’t seem like a problem. I was completely OK with it.
I never questioned it because it didn’t seem like a problem. I was completely OK with it.
As the years went by, I never spoke about it with my mom. I saw she was happy, and it never crossed my mind that others could be strongly opposed to people dating someone of the same sex. One day in the sixth grade, my teacher explained to us that people could love who they wanted, regardless of their partner’s sex. This was a concept that I already knew and accepted, but it was definitely reassuring to hear it from an adult.
I love my mom, and I love to see her happy. If the woman she is with makes her happy, then I am extremely happy for her. Walking around with my mom and her partner isn’t awkward; it feels perfectly normal. A few months ago, we went to the local shopping mall to take pictures with Santa. Mom had her picture taken with her girlfriend, and I am sure people may have looked at them as if that was weird, but others are more understanding.
Over the years, people have been accepting of my mother. Sure, I have had heated debates on whether having a same-sex partner is acceptable or not. At the end of the day, you forget all about that and go home happily to your family. Everyone has some kind of family, and mine just happens to include my mother and her girlfriend.
Krystal is a contributor who lives in New Jersey.
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