“Lucas! Can you please come out of the closet?” I called out to my son, genuinely wanting him to stop hiding in there.
“Alright, Mom! Here I am! How did you find me?” he exclaimed, bursting out of the closet and launching his tiny, 3-year-old frame into my arms.
Lucas is truly a beautiful child. His delicate features and large, almond-shaped eyes are irresistibly charming, complemented by his sweet, high-pitched voice.
He adores colors like pink and purple, often clomping around the house in my high heels and keeping a tube of cherry Chapstick in his pocket, where he diligently re-applies it, making sure to achieve the perfect pout.
While his older sister Mia, who is 5, has always been distinctly girly, Lucas has struck a balance, not leaning too far toward masculinity or femininity.
I don’t believe he is gay, nor do I think Mia is. However, I have pondered how I would react if either of them were to identify as homosexual in the future. To preserve my current feelings and beliefs, I’ve decided to write a letter to myself, a practice I often share on my blog, to remind myself of my perspective when that day arrives.
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