(This Lift + Love Family story was written by one of our mothers @michlquist, who beautifully expresses sentiments so many of us relate to — the feeling of being in-between, in our own crafted safe spaces or waiting places. Here, we find comfort in knowing we are not alone. Thank you, Michelle, for sharing your story - Allison)
My oldest boy turned 16 recently. I found myself reflecting on his life, and the crosses he’ll have to bear.
I thought of those crosses because of the recent General Conference talk by Elder Holland who said, about those who carry heavy crosses, “I know many who wrestle with wrenching matters of identity, gender and sexuality. I weep for them, and I weep with them, knowing how significant the consequences of their decisions will be." This was the talk on Sunday morning during General Conference - the first talk actually - where I found myself looking over at Justice again and again, worried about what he was feeling. Worried that he was feeling singled out, or ashamed, or desperate, or dejected, or suicidal, or just plain sad.
He was reading a book. Because he has already checked out. And I'm glad I've taught him how to find safety. And peace.
But I noticed his eyes glance up furtively during the most personal part. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. He was just watching, with intent, as Elder Holland said that he knew individuals who "wrestle with wrenching matters of ... sexuality." Elder Holland weeps for them. Elder Holland weeps for Justice. But he won't be weeping with Justice, because Justice won't grow up feeling a need to weep for who he is.
But sitting there, feeling the way I was feeling, worried for my son, I wondered where to go from here.
I am a mother. It's what I was raised and conditioned to be. Am I a daughter of heavenly parents first? Do these roles conflict? Should they? Do my heavenly parents want me to choose between following them and loving and supporting my son live the life he was born to live? Would I deny him a life of love and partnership and marriage and family? Would his heavenly parents deny him such blessings? I can't imagine that to be true.
His burden is too heavy to bear. I will bear it for him.
I don’t know if there’s a choice to be made. All I know is that I choose him. And sitting in General Conference was uncomfortable in a way I never want to feel again. Nor do I want to put my own child in a position where he would ever feel bad about who he is, or that something is wrong with him, or, heaven forbid, ever feel the need to harm himself because he just can't be what the church tells him to be. Because everything about him is good and right and filled with light. I won’t do it. And if it’s not a safe place for him, then it’s not a safe place for me. Because I am his safety.
Here's the thing, though. I can't leave. Undeniable personal experiences have testified of light, truth, warmth, and love.
Yet, I cannot stay. I cannot look to my son during General Conference, or Sunday worship, or firesides, or activities, to make sure he’s ok from messages of exclusion and unattainable expectations. I cannot see him tortured by policies and blessings that don't include him. I cannot excuse him from activity and yet continue to belong where he is not welcome.
I used to be able to hear the Spirit in the messages. Now I only listen for what I'll need to heal. I wonder whether ears to hear and eyes to see means something different than what I thought before. Something more empathetic perhaps. Something more Christlike. Because I have the same ears that I had before. And I have the same eyes that I had before. But I hear everything so differently, and I see everything so clearly.
Christ lives. And my son is gay. And those two things aren't incompatible. I will celebrate both.
