Last night my parents (mother and stepfather) and I had dinner out with my brother, sister-in-law and (their two kids) my niece and nephew. About halfway through the dinner my nephew asked me “Uncle Stephen, why don’t you and grandpa (my biological father) talk to each other?” I was a little taken aback by this question, and looked to my brother to see if it was ok to answer, and he assented. So I told my nephew that I believe strongly that all people should be treated equally in this world, and that his grandpa and I had had a disagreement about that several years ago. I explained that I had told Grandpa that it was important to me that he accept me as a gay person the same as everyone else, and that I deserved the same rights as everyone else. I told him that despite many differences of opinion on many subjects, everyone else in my life accepted this without any sort of problem, and that it was important to me that these people accepted and supported my equality as I did theirs. I explained to my nephew that I believed all people are equal and deserve the same rights and treatment in our world, and he nodded his understanding. My brother’s family is very close friends with a gay couple with a daughter, and there are several gay people in the lives and environment around their kids, including me and my cousins, so they are very familiar with this type of diversity. My brother and sister-in-law have been wonderful parents, raising their kids with a strong sense of fairness, acceptance, and celebration of difference in the world. I then explained to my nephew that just because his grandpa did not accept me did not mean he loved my nephew any less, and that I hoped for his and everyone’s happiness despite our differences.
I haven’t blogged in a while because I have been so crazy busy with work, so I suppose I should start with being thankful for all the work I have had this year. When I started freelancing 4 years ago, it was pretty slow going for a while, but I have been really blessed with tons of work this year. (Sometimes even a little too blessed). I am back in the Midwest visiting my family as I do every Thanksgiving, and I am of course grateful as always to be surrounded by all of them. No one could ask for a better, more loving, bunch of people. And for the most part, they are people who care about others and making the world a better place (we are of course thankful for the recent national election outcomes), and this makes me love them all the more. For the past couple of years, our tradition has been to celebrate Thanksgiving on Saturday instead of Thursday, as this makes it easier on many with travel and other family plans. So we won’t really celebrate the holiday and say what we are thankful for until then, and this feels just ever-so-slightly wrong to me, in a way I can’t quite put my finger on. But I should get over it. I have never really been one to stand on tradition too much, and every day is really a day to be thankful and grateful for the gifts of this life.