In early 2012, I, quite by accident, created this blog.
What began as a way of communicating to my friends and family the lightning speed with which my son George was becoming my daughter, Jessie, morphed, over the years, into something that was less about her and more about me.
At first, I was little more than the-parent-of-a-transgender-child-trying-to-navigate-unchartered-territory-who-needed-tons-of-support.
Then, as time progressed and because a new (sort of/kind of) normal emerged, my experiences as a person, a wife, a mother, a woman, a daughter, a sister, an ex-wife and step-mother were more urgent than those of the no-longer-newly-indoctrinated-parent-of-a-transgender-child.
Thank you for allowing me to share, shift and share some more.
As parents, we try to do right by our children by making – and helping them to make – good decisions, by guiding them as best we can, but mostly by supporting them.
We work hard to achieve that elusive balance between being authoritative and being cool.
We convince them – and ourselves -we know what we are doing, even when, much of the time, we don’t. (Okay, maybe you do, but I don’t. Truth.)
Most of us put on a good act, but, in reality, we are just winging it much of the time, hoping that our life experiences have provided the tools we need to support, guide and cherish our children – no matter who they are, what they need or where they might be – physically, emotionally, spiritually.
Which brings me to the point of this post:
Jess is nearly 18 years-old now (talk about crazy! How is that even possible?!?!), a rising high school senior (say what?!?) and, out of respect for her, it is time to retire georgejessielove.
As a ten-year old kid, she was down with it. Over the years, she’s been a bit more reticent in her support. And, if we are being honest, there have been times that it has made her life more complicated than it already was, is, and will continue to be. My intent was never to make things harder for her, but sometimes it did. See above: just winging it.
Also see above: trying to make good decisions.
Thank you all for your incredible support over the years. It has gotten me through some really rough spots. Don’t think for one second that every kind word, every “you got this”, and every virtual hug didn’t make a difference. It did.
Thank you for, if not appreciating, at least allowing my candor, my sarcasm, my sense of humor in the face of some tricky stuff.
Thank you for encouraging me, for holding me up, going along for the ride. It’s definitely been a little bumpy.
I suspect I will blog again some day. I hope that we find one another when I do.