"MOMMY, THEY ARE JUST LIKE ME"

My oldest son is six years old and in love for the first
time.  He is in love with Blaine from Glee. 

For those who don’t know Blaine is a boy…a gay boy, the
boyfriend of one of the main characters, Kurt.

This isn’t a ‘he thinks Blaine is really cool’ kind of
love.  It is a mooning at a picture of Blaine’s face for a half hour
followed by a wistful “He’s so pretty” kind of love.

He loves the episode where two boys kiss.  My son will
call people in from other parts of the house to make sure they don’t miss his
‘favorite part.’  He’s been known to rewind it and watch it over
again…and force other to, as well, if he doesn’t think people have been paying
enough attention.

This infatuation doesn’t
bother me or his father.  We live in a very hip-liberal neighborhood,
many of our friends are gay, and idea of having a gay son isn’t something that
bothers either of us.  Our son is going to be who he is, and it is
our job to love him.  End of story.


He is also
six.  Six year olds get
obsessed with all kinds of things.  This
might not mean anything at all.  We
always joke that he’s either gay, or we have the best blackmail material in the
history of mankind when he’s a 16 year old straight boy. (Take that naked
bath time pictures!)

Then the other
day we were traveling across the state listening to the Warblers album (of
course), and in the middle of Candles, my son pipes up from the back seat.

“Mommy, Kurt and
Blaine are boyfriends.”

“Yes, they are,”
I affirm.

“They don’t like
kissing girls.  They just kiss
boys.”

“That’s true.”

“Mommy, they are
just like me.”

“That’s great,
baby.  You know I love you no
matter what?”

“I know…” I
could hear him rolling his eyes at me.

When we got home
I recapped this conversation to his Dad, and we stood simply looking into each
other’s eyes for a moment.  Then
we smiled.

“So if at 16 he
wants to make a big announcement at the dinner table, we can say ‘You told us
when you were six.  Pass the
carrots’ and he’ll be disappointed we stole his big dramatic moment,” my
husband says with a laugh and hugs me.

Only time will
tell if my son is gay, but if he is I am glad he’s mine.  I am glad he has been born into our
family.  A family full of people
who will love and accept him. People who will never want him to
change.  With parents who will
look forward to dancing at his wedding.

And I have to
admit, Blaine would be a really cute son-in-law.


SOURCE: GETSTOOOBSESSED