My children are now eleven and eight, and although I do realize their sexuality is not fully developed, I see no signs that either of them will be gay. My mom has dodged an enormous bullet here. I confess I have a teeny-tiny fantasy that involves me calling my mom and explaining to her that one of my children will be having a destination wedding in California because they aren’t allowed to legally marry their betrothed in Texas. All indications are, this will remain a fantasy.
However, there is one bit of wedding drama hope left, thanks to my fabulous son. This past spring, I suspected he had a crush on a girl in his class named Autumn. Our family is new to the school this year and Autumn doesn’t live in our part of the neighborhood so I knew nothing about her. One morning in carpool, just before my son’s eleventh birthday party invitations were due to be sent out, he says from the back seat:
“Hey, there’s Autumn!”
Me, rubbernecking to get a good look: “Where? The girl in blue?”
Him: “No, the other one.”
Okay … there were lots more than just ONE other one.
Me: “The one in the red shirt?”
Him: “No, the one in the pink.”
Me: “Which one in pink?”
Him, with a huge eye-roll: “Mom! The one with the pink pants and the braids.”
Braids? Plural? I don’t see a girl with even one braid … ohhh, wait …
Me, realizing I had failed to see the beautiful little black girl in pink pants and a white shirt: “Oh, I didn’t see her at first. She looks nice.”
Him: “She is.”
Me, silently praying the answer to this question will be yes: “Are you inviting her to your birthday party?”
Him: “No, I don’t think so.”
Damn … and my mom dodges another bullet. Oh well, there is always the wedding.
