A couple of weeks ago, we met Victoria.
It was a surprise.
We had known them for years. But only found out in that moment that they were transitioning.
They were transitioning into Victoria. The person we knew was the old them.
It struck me later that all three of our kids know people that have transitioned. Or are transitioning.
And not just people that they know of. Actual friends.
People we've met.
While we were talking , one of Victoria's parents absent-mindedly misgendered them. And called them by their old name. Their dead name.
Not on purpose. Not to be mean. Not out of resentment or anything.
Out of habit.
My first thought was how could you mix that up?
But I guess it must be hard for the parents.
You had son for almost thirty years. And it's only been a few months that they've started transitioning into a daughter.
I suppose it's probably easier for some people than others.
Or maybe it's hard for every parent.
To let go of the child you brought up. That person you raised.
To rediscover that person you thought you knew.
Obviously, part of them is always them. But now they're in a body that feels more comfortable to them.
I can't imagine what it would be like to feel like you were born into the wrong body.
The wrong gender.
But Victoria seemed happy to tell us who they are now.
As a parent, I hope that they always find themselves surrounded by people that care for them. And accept them for who they are.
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