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Balls of Steel

  • trans-teen
  • Jun 23, 2016
  • 1 min read


You guys, my daughter has balls of steel. Ok, bad joke, but seriously. We have seen time and time again, since she came out, that she is not a wilting flower. She is not tip toeing around everyone else, she is just being who she is. And while her dad and I are nervous about how others will react, she's busy living and moving forward.

Last night C face timed us from her out of state program. She happily showed off her room, spinning the camera around in a wide arc. Then we realized there was no one else's stuff in the room. "Wait. What happened to your roommate?" I asked. "I don't have one," she beamed. My heart dropped. "Did he ask to be moved?"

"Nope." Pause.

"Well, what happened then?"

"I got moved to the girl floor."

"How did that happen?" Dammit, if someone complained about my child...!

"I asked."

She asked. She just asked. And they accommodated her. They accommodated my trans daughter's request to move to the girl's floor. How bloody amazing is that?! Not only did my kid just unabashedly introduce herself to everyone as C and get on with life without explanation, then she just asked to be moved and they let her. I mean...!

There are days she is an infuriating 14 year old and there are days she's a bad ass.

 
 
 

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