“Ethan! Can you please come out of the closet?” I called out to my son, genuinely wanting him to stop hiding.
“Okay, Mommy! Here I am! How did you find me?” he exclaimed as he dashed out from the closet and leaped into my arms.
My son is strikingly beautiful, with delicate features and large, expressive eyes that draw you in. His sweet, high-pitched voice adds to his charm.
Ethan has a fondness for pink and purple, often clomping around the house in my high heels and carrying cherry lip balm in his pockets, always perfecting his application. While Chloe, who is 5, has always embraced her girly side, Ethan has maintained a balance, neither leaning too far into traditionally masculine nor feminine traits.
I don’t assume he is gay, nor do I think Chloe is. However, I’ve pondered how I would respond if either of them were to identify as LGBTQ+ in the future. To preserve my current feelings and beliefs, I’m writing a letter to myself, a practice I frequently engage in on my blog, to ensure I remember my sentiments when that day comes.