“Jasper! Can you please come out of the closet?” I called out to my son, genuinely hoping he would stop hiding in there.
“Alright, Mom! Here I come! How did you find me?” he exclaimed, bursting from the closet and launching himself into my arms.
Jasper is a beautiful child—his delicate features and wide, expressive eyes are irresistibly charming, complemented by his sweet, high-pitched voice. He has a fondness for pink and purple, often strutting around the house in my high heels, cherry lip balm in his pocket, frequently reapplying it while making sure his application is flawless.
While Ava, my five-year-old, has always embraced her girly side, Jasper doesn’t fit neatly into traditional gender roles. I don’t believe he’s gay, nor do I think Ava is. However, I often ponder how I would respond if either of them identified as LGBTQ+ in the future. To prepare myself, I’ve decided to write a letter to my future self, a practice I often engage in on my blog, to ensure I remember my feelings today.