Yesterday on the way home with the Wee Ones I was listening to NPR and chuckling to myself as they plotted world domination via stink bombs.
After the usual world headlines they cut away to a story about gay civil rights pioneer Frank Kameny who died earlier this week. You can listen to it here if you are interested.
A few minutes in Super Son pipes up.
"Hey Mama" he says "What is Gay?"
He waited patiently for me to listen to the rest of the story, asked me again, and so I told him.
Then he started to talk.
"When I was at camp this summer I heard some kids talking about it."
"I didn't know what it meant so I didn't say anything."
"They said it was a bad thing."
And so I asked him. "Well honey, what do you think?"
"I don't think it's right to judge other people."
"There's this girl in my class, her Mom loves a woman and they had to have someone help them to have her when they wanted a baby. She's really nice. And so is her Mom."
We talked about God and his love for us and how he made us all different and special and that he loves us all regardless of who we love. We all have the right to be happy and live our lives fully. We talked about teasing and the power of words and we talked about love in all its beautiful shapes.
Love is a gift from God and judging others, especially for who they love, is wrong.
I worry sometimes that I am messing this parenting thing up.
Apparently, Hero Husband and I, we are doing something right.