Wednesday, November 23, 2016

They're MY People, Too


Through my journey with Chris, and through the community he is a part of and I am now a part of, I have had the privilege to meet many LGBTQ+ individuals over the past several years.

The other day, Chris and Courtney traveled from Austin to San Antonio to visit a good friend of theirs who had top-surgery.  Their friend was only 2 days post-op, but felt good and so Chris and Courtney took her to lunch.  They called and invited me to join them.

I talked to their friend a bit about her surgery, interested to know what she had had done and how she was doing, and she explained that she had her breast tissue removed and a bit of reconstruction.  She showed me before and after photos and she looked amazing.  What is and was interesting about all of this, to me, in addition to being able to talk, first hand, to an individual who had undergone top surgery, is that this individual still uses female pronouns and yet she had her breasts removed and is clearly on a journey - maybe gender fluid, maybe transgender - I'm not sure, exactly, but I support her decision to make changes to her body that make her feel more comfortable in her own skin.

I have learned a lot of things about LGBTQ+ people and their community, but there are so many things I have not learned or do not yet understand, and I am one of those people that is involved in it, to some degree.  The ability for those who are not intimately involved, to understand, must be quite difficult and even strange, I imagine.  It was all difficult and strange to me not too long ago.

I've heard people tell Chris that he's lucky to have the support of his family and friends, as so many transgender individuals travel his same sort of journey with far less support, if any.  I was proud of Chris and Courtney for visiting their friend, for supporting this individual, and I was proud they included me at lunch.  And I'm happy I was able to meet their friend and be considered one of the people that recognizes and supports her progress on her journey of becoming more of who she needs and is meant to be.  I'm also glad to say that her parents were with her for the surgery and she seems to be further along on her way to successfully transitioning.  I'm not exactly clear on where her journey is leading her, but it is not for me to question or even understand.  I feel my place in her journey is at Chris and Courtney's side when they want me there, as her friend, as her advocate, as her people.  Everyone deserves to have people on their side and beside them.

I never knew when we started this journey with Chris (and Courtney) that it would lead to them introducing so many of their people into my life (gay, lesbian, transgender, etc.), but they have, and I am lucky.  My life is so much richer knowing they are now my people, too ...

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Soar High, Chris

I don't walk fine lines.  I'm either on one side or another.  It is rare to find me wavering on some subject that I have not figured my position on.  Maybe that comes with age.  Maybe when you get to be older you just know what you believe or think about things.  I do, anyway.  I know what I think about most all things.

I know what I think about my children.  I know what I want for them.  I know pretty much what they want for themselves. Sometimes we clash on what we want.  Most often, I give in, not because I am weak or stupid, but because I depend on my children to know their own minds and their own hopes and wishes and I give in so that they can follow their own hearts - not mine.

It takes strength to do this - to not make your child feel or know or want the thing you want more than the thing they want or need for themselves.  It takes an enormous amount of strength to give your child power over their own life.

That is what I have given Chris - power over his own life.  Power that was not mine.  Power to know what he believes he needs to do to make himself happy.  What better thing can you give your child than power over their own life - give them the assurance that you know they know who they are and what they are and what they want and what they need, more than you, more than anyone?

It takes an enormous amount of strength to let them live.

My greatest fear, with every one of my children, is that they would one day leave me and never come back again.  My greatest gift to them, I have learned, and believe, is letting them go - letting them go, knowing that I trust and love them and will always be here if they need a place to land.  Need a place to be.  Need me.

I need Chris, all of my children, to be able to live their lives with hope and grace and direction and determination.  I need Chris, all of my children, to know I trust that I have helped them to fly and I need them to do their very best to soar high.  But if they need to land ... I need them to know I am always going to be on the ground waving them in ...

Soar high, Chris.  Take the power you have of your own life to make it YOUR life.  I'll be here.  I am here.

Friday, November 4, 2016

Self-Love

When I started to read this post Chris had written on his Facebook page, I was nervous, because he began with some feelings he had/has about me and I didn't know where the story might go.  But as read further, I became proud, as he made me realize that so many of the things I am often criticized for are also things he receives criticism for, but through me, and through power he has achieved on his own, he has come to claim his worth.

This is a portion of that post Chris wrote:

"My mother loves to take selfies, and I remember the moment that I stopped feeling embarrassed by the fact that she does so. It was incredibly hypocritical for me to feel ashamed that she wanted to show off her body, her face, her outfits because if you’ve ever come across my instagram feed you’ll see almost nothing but selfies. But it occurred to me, that my mom, a mother of 4, 50 years old was proud of how she looked, and was demanding to be seen as what she is — a beautiful woman (among a million other brilliant qualities).
She deserved to be told that, to get those likes and comments, even if they were from strangers. If she wanted to own her image, her space in this world and in cyberspace, and she felt good... who was I or anyone to stop her from feeling GOOD about herself? I instead realized I was proud of my mom for feeling good about herself, for owning her sexuality, and for loving herself. My mother taught me a lot in this lifetime, one of the most important lessons being the importance of self-love."

I responded with a comment:

"Making me cry, Chris Rhodes. I love you! I'm not the greatest example for anyone but I sure did something right raising my kids because all of you are confident, loving and care a lot about your dad and I, our family, your friends and so much more. And ... life is too short not to spend some amount of that time loving and believing in yourself! I want all you kids to be able to look in the mirror or at a picture of yourself and be able to think, "You're beautiful, you're important and I love you. I will take care of you because you are the person I depend on to make me the happiest." 

Self-love is something we all struggle with from time to time, me included.  Self-love becomes and is more of a struggle for individuals with identity or gender dysphoria, obviously.  Can you imagine spending your whole life or even portions of your life, looking in the mirror and not identifying with the face and/or body you see - over and over and over and over and over again?  Can you imagine that you might develop a hatred for that image, that person?  I'm like so many other people that wished or hoped something about my image or reflection looked differently, and there have been many times when I felt disappointment when seeing my image, but I have always loved the face and body God gave me, while I may not have always taken as good care of it as I should have.  What I have experienced in my life is not dysphoria, and truthfully, I believe, unless you are an individual who has or does live with dysphoria then we have really no clue what it must be like to live and survive with such a sadness, disappointment and confusion.

Chris is and has been dealing with his dysphoria for a long time - to the point, now, that he knows what he must do to fix the problem.  He is making and taking all the steps he has to to make sure his reflection in the mirror matches the person he feels like and identifies with on the inside.  I'm proud to be his mother and I'm proud to be a person in his life that helped him know the importance of self-love, because, like I said in my comment to his post, that person in the mirror is the person you should always depend on to make you the happiest.

As for me, I've had many people gravitate to me in my life - people saying, "You have such a great feeling about you - you are someone I wanted to meet."  My response has often been, "You think I am special because I think I am special."  It's not like I go out into the world believing I will draw people to me or knowing it will happen, it just does, and I have come to realize that they want to be near me because they want to be a part of my light.  I pride myself on nurturing my own light, every day, and I simply love sharing it with others.  There is nothing wrong with that.  It's called self-love.  

Our first love and last love is ... self-love <3