Growth Spurts

Alex's schedule was changed around a lot at the beginning of this semester. He was assigned to a different lunch period (goodbye friends!), subjected to taking PE (ugh...where does a trans-male change into PE clothes?!) and Health (awwwwwkward topics *shudder*), but the worst part was losing his favorite teacher and getting assigned to his least favorite teacher in the whole school :( (least favorite so far, anyway...). It was an incredibly stressful discovery. I had to restrain myself a little from swooping in to the rescue. But only a little because Alex has been pushing hard on the "I wanna be free" angle lately. And this, my dear boy, is part of managing your own life. When Alex calmed down a bit, I helped him figure out the things that were bothering him the most and he came up with a plan to email his counselor. His request was respectful, her response was respectful but not helpful, and his counter offer was logical, evidence-based, and still respectful. He went to visit his favorite teacher and bemoan the situation. His teacher instantly said he'd put in a good word and some pressure to get Alex switched back to his class. See, Alex? You have skills and resources and patience! Go, Alex, go! A couple days later, Alex gets the news that the counselor won't budge. Alex will need to finish the semester with this teacher that he can't abide. Not the news he wanted. He did his best and still didn't get what he wanted, but that's okay. Yet another important thing to experience! He's managed to see a silver lining through his disappointment, though...he's found new friends to sit with at lunch, an old friend to hang out with in PE, and his best friend is in Health with him. PE and Health are now his favorite classes. Friends make all the difference. Also, his new teacher seems to be moving through the material faster, which Alex appreciates very much.

Alex, you are resilient. That will serve you well.

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Robert finally wore pants to school this week. He's been stubbornly wearing shorts pretty much every school day since school first went virtual...almost 2 years ago? As he walked into the school today, I noticed his pants were quite a bit short for him. Way back when, I had taken up the hem several inches because Robert's belly required size 14 pants while his legs were still content to be size 10 length. What a difference a couple growth spurts make! It just wasn't as obvious to me when he was only wearing boys' athletic shorts. Robert is now fitting size 14 pants as they were designed, being the size of a 14-year old (yes, even the size of the 14-year-old in our house) at the age of almost 12. He likes to remind me almost every day that he will soon be taller than me. That will be a first for me...I knew it was coming, but...holy moly.  

Winter Fun

On the last day of Winter Break, Robert was ordained a deacon in the Aaronic Priesthood. Bobby performed the ordination, but included in the circle were members of the new bishopric and a newly-ordained priest from the Young Men. It was a moving experience.

Some friends invited us to their place for some archery and zipline fun. Alex was too tired to attend, unfortunately. The other boys had a great time! This family is so laid back and easy going, that it's easy to feel at home in their company.

Here, Robert is taking a turn on the zipline and James is running along beside him.

Now it's James' turn! They spent twice as much time on the zipline than they did shooting arrows.

Matthew got into cardboard construction over the break. This is his suit of armor so far. He also made a series of daggers, a coin bank, a couple cardboard coins, and something that looked like a bunch of boxes taped to each other side by side in height order (because it was). The point of that contraption was to cut through the walls one by one from the shortest box to the tallest box. He ran out of steam before he got to the last box :)

James adores overnight temps well below zero so he can put out a bucket of water one day and have an enormous chunk of ice to play with the next day. Here, he and Matthew are chipping away at one of those blocks before school.

James used a combination of 1) chipping and 2) a stream of hot water to sculpt this ice crown for himself. 

 

Matthew Moment

Last night, soon after bedtime, Matthew came out of his room to let us know that he had had a really sad thought and it was so sad he couldn't go to sleep or think of anything else. Bobby and I brainstormed with him about possible courses of action. We finally suggested that talking about the sadness might help it go away. Matthew was reluctant, but desperate, and he let it out all in one sobbing breath followed by hot, anguished tears. This was really, really important to him, but I only caught a couple words of it. Eventually, we figured out that he had imagined the house catching fire and all of his stuffies being burned. He said they were like real people to him. I tried to tell him how unlikely a house fire would be. No use. Simply the possibility of a house fire was enough for him. I didn't know what to do except to let him cry as I hugged him tight. He slowly started to calm down. Then he came up with an idea to distract him from this sad scenario and quietly went to bed. 

Dude. I know how that feels. 

Pride Flag

It's time to talk about the Pride flag.

I love rainbows and rainbow themes, but the Pride flag stirs up mixed feelings in me. I'm going to use this blog post to try and figure it out.

First, a pride flag history lesson from Britannica.com:

But how did that flag become a symbol of LGBTQ pride?

It goes back to 1978, when the artist Gilbert Baker, an openly gay man and a drag queen, designed the first rainbow flag. Baker later revealed that he was urged by Harvey Milk, one of the first openly gay elected officials in the U.S., to create a symbol of pride for the gay community. Baker decided to make that symbol a flag because he saw flags as the most powerful symbol of pride. As he later said in an interview, “Our job as gay people was to come out, to be visible, to live in the truth, as I say, to get out of the lie. A flag really fit that mission, because that’s a way of proclaiming your visibility or saying, ‘This is who I am!’” Baker saw the rainbow as a natural flag from the sky, so he adopted eight colors for the stripes, each color with its own meaning (hot pink for sex, red for life, orange for healing, yellow for sunlight, green for nature, turquoise for art, indigo for harmony, and violet for spirit).

The first versions of the rainbow flag were flown on June 25, 1978, for the San Francisco Gay Freedom Day parade. Baker and a team of volunteers had made them by hand, and now he wanted to mass-produce the flag for consumption by all. However, because of production issues, the pink and turquoise stripes were removed and indigo was replaced by basic blue, which resulted in the contemporary six-striped flag (red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and violet). Today this is the most common variant of the rainbow flag, with the red stripe on top, as in a natural rainbow. The various colors came to reflect both the immense diversity and the unity of the LGBTQ community.

It was not until 1994 that the rainbow flag was truly established as the symbol for LGBTQ pride. That year Baker made a mile-long version for the 25th anniversary of the Stonewall riots. Now the rainbow flag is an international symbol for LGBTQ pride and can be seen flying proudly, during both the promising times and the difficult ones, all around the world. 

Do I believe that folks of the LGBTQ community should remain closeted and hidden? No.

Do I believe LGBTQ feelings are a choice? No.

Do I believe folks in the LGBTQ community should hate themselves for feelings they did not create or feelings they cannot change? Absolutely not. They deserve all the love and acceptance due to every child of God on this earth.

Do I believe the community at large should treat all of its members as equal and valued? Yes!

Am I comfortable with members of the LGBTQ community? Not yet.

Why? Because I think they're not like me. Because I think I can't empathetically understand where they're coming from or what they're feeling. Because I think they won't trust me. They might think I'm one of those people who hate them. Am I? I don't think I am. I don't want to be. But there are behaviors and habits and expectations so deeply ingrained in me that I know I'm not totally comfortable with all this yet and something I say or do without thinking (e.g. misgendering, avoiding eye contact because I just don't know what to say or do) will hurt them. 

I'm afraid. 

It always boils down to fear. 

But here's the thing: a person's gender or sexuality is just ONE part of the whole human being. There's a whole lot more than those two things on which to establish a friendship or working relationship. All this publicity around LGBTQ issues is, ironically, simply to get LGBTQ issues seen and normalized. Just like I want equal pay for men and women of all colors and just like I want to be able to worship God according to the dictates of my own conscience, folks of the LGBTQ community want equal consideration and freedom to live their lives without discrimination or hatred. A perfect world is where these differences don't matter anymore and we can focus on helping each other. I agree wholeheartedly with that!

And yet, and yet, and yet I get snagged on something. What is it? 

I get snagged on the reality that there's no easy or comfortable place for LGBTQ folks in my understanding of God's plan of happiness. I am confident that God has a plan for them. Absolutely sure of that. A plan that helps them achieve their greatest potential, just like all of God's children. But I don't know what it is. I have nothing to offer them. Right now, these days, legal eternal families only start one way: 1 male and 1 female sealed together for eternity in the temple of God. What does this mean for folks who don't feel in synch with the gender assigned to them at birth? Or those who aren't attracted to the opposite gender? Or any gender? I don't know. I have absolute faith that God loves his LGBTQ children as powerfully and personally as He does the rest of His children. I just don't know how the pieces fit together yet eternally.

So, I want to stand up and support all the LGBTQ folks I love. I want people to know that I am a safe person who will work to accept and love them however they come. I will walk with them. But I can't wave a Pride flag yet. There's a part of me that feels disingenuous at the thought. It feels hypocritical to wave a symbol of solidarity and pride when I, personally, feel out of synch and uncertain about how this will all end up.

I want to tell you about something that happened at the gym recently. Alex and I were waiting for our Combat class to begin. Before the instructor even said a word, I leaned over to Alex and whispered, "This is one of my favorite instructors at the Y." "Yeah," he replied, "I like them already!" But I could tell it was not because I liked this instructor. There was something else that Alex saw about this person that put him at ease. What was it?! Then I spotted a rainbow watch band. Was that something Alex noticed, too? Did it help him feel more comfortable and safe with this person? Alex talked to the instructor after class of his own free will. That's A LOT coming from him. I didn't ask him about the watch band. I chickened out.

Then I ordered a rainbow watch band.

It came in the mail and I started to sweat. I wanted to wear it, but also didn't want to. I've carried it in my pocket for the last few days, unopened, sitting on this uncomfortable feeling. So many uncomfortable questions: do I put it on my daily watch, or just my exercise watch? What would Bobby think? How would I feel wearing it to church? Will it make any difference to Alex? Will it bring relief and comfort to some? Will it bring contention and divisiveness to others? Am I wanting to wear this just to fit in, or am I really willing to stand up for it? Why is this such a big deal?! It's just a stupid watch band, for goodness' sake! Will people think I'm a fanatic? A heretic? A hypocrite? 

Ugh. I'm overthinking again, huh? 

Well, it doesn't matter for the next couple of days. I'll be wearing BOTH of my watches, one black band and one rainbow band, until I can determine if the daily one is alright. It's been giving me some funky heart rate readings lately. Maybe I'll have a better idea of what to do after a couple days of wearing it. 

Gotta confess: the bright colors make me happy. I just plain like rainbows!