Click on and listen:
The above link has nothing to do with anything. It doesn’t speak to Jessie’s having identified as transgender, nor does it reflect how her transition has played out both for herself and for our family. It does, however, make me smile every time I listen to it. And I listen to it often.
Sometimes it is an escape such as this that it precisely what I need. There are times that I sit down to write a blog post and find myself bristling at the mere thought of revisiting the events of the day. Other times, I cannot bear to even think about all that our family has already been through, not to mention all that lies ahead. I don’t want to type the word penis. I feel profoundly uninterested in displaying (proving?) my strength to myself or, perhaps more dramatically, my readers. Yep, sometimes I want to just forget about the whole thing and get lost in the silliness of The Duck Song.
I think this is a good thing. It helps to keep me from losing my sense of humor and revives my ability to revel in the inane melody which I dare you to be able to forget. The fact that Jessie and I regularly listen to it together is just icing on the cake. It is an assured couple of minutes when I am not worried about her, she is not worried about her and all is good with the world. Who knew that a little duck could make me so happy?
Got any grapes?
p.s. Special thanks to Bianca who was the first to share The Duck Song phenomenon with me…xoxo