The couple also discusses Magic living with a positive HIV status.
My son started out in this world momentarily shattering my heart before he even took his first breath, as they rushed me to a cesarean section before his heart rate dropped again, with the cord wrapped tightly around his neck.
Her most lasting gift to me at that age was the ability to see that even if I wasn't beautiful, or lovable, or serious enough for the expectations of the world of straight adults, I was unique and brimming over with the possibilities of a big life, and beautiful enough for her.
All that's required is opening your heart and your arms in acceptance.
After all, being a supportive mom isn't so B-A-N-A-N-A-S.
"Sexuality is a human, glorious part of existence."
I choose to believe that if you met Danny today, you would wrap your arms around him and never want to let him go. Danny would finally know his father's love, and you would know what it's like to love a child so fiercely that nothing can stand in your way.
If you are a parent who is panicking about having an LGBT kid, take a deep breath. As you inhale, let all the panic and all the worries come roaring in. Then, as you exhale, set them all aside. It's time to do what your child needs you to do.
For the majority of us, our loves and attractions are actually celebrated, from crushes to dates to proms to weddings. And we don't really need to give it a thought. There is a wild emotional divide between private shame and public celebration, and it is critical.
Even if it's true that 75 percent of gender dysphoric boys turn out to be gay, it is also true that denying the gender dysphoric boys who are actually girls the right to transition is cruel and abusive, and too often life-threatening.
You might be thinking, "Amelia, this isn't going to go anywhere. It's California! It's not like it's going to become law." And you are right. But it doesn't take away from the fact that there are thousands of people in this country just like Mr. McLaughlin, who think a bullet in his head is exactly what my son deserves.
We all know how this script is supposed to go: Gay kid gets teased and bullied. Gay kid feels demeaned and ashamed. Gay kid maybe gets beaten up. Gay kid runs off to lick his wounds and feel horrible about himself. Gay kid feels alone. But not this time. This time the gay kid, my gay kid, fought back. And the bully ran away.
As I write this, I am sure there are countless gay kids from Kuala Lumpur to Kinshasa watching delectable Disney propaganda and imagining themselves as Cinderella, Snow White, Ariel or Elsa from "Frozen" and dreaming of new ways to customize those fantasies to fit their reality.
I held it together in public, but I really wanted to cry at the beautiful moment I had just witnessed. But then it hit me; I had just judged someone. I had assumed that because this man fit a certain stereotype that he was instantly against equality, and there was no way that he could possibly approve of his son's sexuality.