he's my son

Being a trans racial family has it's challenges... as you can imagine. When we are out in public, we get it all. All the looks. All the stares. I use to notice them all. I use to care. Now- not so much. When I do see them looking, I usually look back if they are looking for longer than I think they should, and sometimes smile, depending on the situation.  I often ponder what they are thinking and creating in their minds about our family. 

Cooper and I met Casey for lunch one day last week downtown. We were getting settled into our table.  I was holding Cooper while setting up his seat. There were two ladies sitting at the table next to us. One of them was trying to get my attention. These were her words.... " Mam... Your son is Beautiful! He is just beautiful!!"  I could not agree more with her and said thank you. Through out our lunch Cooper loved the ladies attention and flirted with them! They just loved watching him and talking to him. He LOVED it!

As we were leaving and taking Casey back to work, I asked him if he remember what the lady said about Cooper being beautiful and he said yes. I said, but did you HEAR what she said. She said YOUR SON is beautiful. NO ONE has ever said that to us that did not know us. NEVER. That was a first and it felt AMAZING. He is OUR SON and she knew it. She did not have to ask. She did not question. She did not hesitate. She knew. He was mine and I was his. It did not matter that we looked different than what the world defines as "family". She knew.

I am so thankful God has chosen me for this journey and my heart overflows with love for MY SON!