On the way home from school…
E (my 5-year-old son): When I grow up, I’m going to marry a girl in my class, V. Who are you going to marry N? It’s got to be a boy.
N (my 2-year-old daughter): I want to marry a girl!
E: Well, that’s not allowed.
I pipe up: Yes, it is.
E: No, it’s not. My friends said boys can only marry girls.
Me: If we lived in New York, you could marry whomever you wanted.
E: But we don’t live in New York. We live in Virginia.
Me: True but it’s allow in other states, and it will be allowed here one day.
E: How many states allow it?
E: Why doesn’t Virginia allow it?
Me: Virginia has a bad law. Some people just don’t know that love is love.
E: Yeah, even the head of Virginia, who helps make the laws, doesn’t know that love is love.
E: When will it change, Mama?
Me: I hope by the time you and N are ready to marry.
N: I’m going to marry a girl!
E: So I could marry a boy if I wanted to because love is love?
Me: Yes, sweetie.
E: Mama? Maybe we should move somewhere that knows love is love now.
Me: Sometimes I think that, too, but it won’t always be this way. Love is love no matter what.
As we were talking, I worried about my son telling his friends at school about true love and bad laws because their parents may not be happy. Then I realized those parents should be apologizing to me. For being the first people to teach my son prejudice, bigotry and hate.