I have a confession to make: I’ve never seen the movie “Meet the Parents.”
I have another confession: I didn’t blog yesterday, but, I did participate in Butch 360 and was told that would cover me for the day. *phew*
Third and final confession: I am attempting to write this blog post on my phone. Far less efficient for my wordiness than my laptop.
Back to the topic at hand: Meeting Parents. Specially, meeting the parents of someone you are dating.
I have had many interesting encounters with parents over the years. I lucked out at a young age (had my first serious girlfriend at age 18), by being met with extremely loving and supportive parents (of the women I dated).
As I got older, I realized that many parents are none too jazzed about their daughters dating women. I’ve been ignored, insulted, had handshakes refused, been referred to as a “friend,” you name it. And every time it sucked.
Lucky for me, things appear to be taking a turn for the better in this department. Not all parents are heartless. Some even give hugs and say nice things.
It’s been about a decade (perhaps a wee bit more) since I’ve felt this welcome. It’s a relief, but more than that – it shows so much love, courage, and understanding from parents of GLBTQ folks. Parents have it rough and often don’t get enough credit for all the work that they do. I am forever grateful for the love and compassion of my parents. It was a bumpy and winding road to love and acceptance, but they (we) got there. Our relatonship is thriving, I love my parents more each day, and I am thankful for their unwavering support. They have made me so proud to be their child.