LGBT parenting
Endless calls came in on my daughters’ phone after the Century 21 theater shooting in Aurora last month: friends telling her that one of her classmates’ mother was a victim. Since some of the same “friends” played a similar joke on her a few months ago, I didn’t believe them and encouraged my daughter not to believe them as well. I made her turn off the phone. I reassured her that it was just a rumor and that I would find out the truth.
It was a delirium of sleep deprivation, anxiety and stress, lack of food for more than a day and the emotional rush of watching the love of my life bring life into the world. But my next memory is something I’ll never forget: As the nurse tenderly set Miles on the warming table, I extended my finger. His tiny, wrinkly, newborn hand wrapped around it. My heart melted – I was a mommy.


