When I was a little girl I never knew that I was different that my entire life wasn’t how other children’s households were.
My mothers raised me, both equally powerful women that I have looked up to since I was old enough to understand the whole living arrangement.
It never bothered me really, because one I was loved and I was taken care of, they would both walked into my room and read me bedtime stories.
My one mom Jaden she always would make the funniest faces. The other one she is my biological mother her name is Peyton.
My first day at elementary school I can remember that day as it happened the other day.
I remember my parents being extremely filled with joy as they drove me to the school, I was also happy because I was going to make lots of new friends. My parents stopped in the schools ground as we get out the car my mother open the back door as I climb out. We didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, but out of the corner of my eye I saw a bunch of people with white boards written in black on it. "Keep the Queers Kids Off Our School Ground." My mother Jaden had this look of fear spread across her face. I've never seen my mother so frighten nor ever saw her looking at me like she wished she could change this for me not to be apart of.
My mommy Peyton shouted from the drivers seat. " Jaden get in the car please." She didn't she stood there with me as everyone started to near our car.
First word that came to my mouth was, "Mommy what's going on." She didn't answer, but she kneeled down in front of me. The tears came falling down her cheeks as I wipe them as they come. My own tears later starts falling as a man came from behind my mommy.
"Get up!". He yelled at her. She stood up and faces the guy as she hides me behind her long legs.
At the same time my mom Peyton got out of the driving seat and came walking around as she too kept me closely towards her as this guy is shouting words of hate to them.
All my mother said was, " please sir we just here to take our daughter to school." He had his finger pointed to her face almost too close that it barely touches her skin.
"You and your bastard child aren’t welcome here. Take your child to a school that allows gays. We don't need her filling our kids minds with sinful lust." He spoke but while doing that, he spat in her face.
She pulls the guy by the shirt, just when she was about too punching. Another guy clothed in uniform pulled the guy away.
"You can push me all you want, but don't, don't you ever dare to say one more hurtful ugly word from that mouth of yours. I have every right to take my daughter to this school and not you are anyone is going to stop me."
It was that day I started to realize even at the age of six that people is never going to accept who my parents are. Also I've learnt from them that who I am and who I become doesn't matter if I love myself for where I'm coming from.
There are so many incidents like what myself and my parents had to live through. That also wasn't the first school that turned us away. My parent’s relationship has changed with every attack our family got from outsiders. If kids didn't call me names like queer kid, homo, or beat me up without doing anything.
My parents teach me to not let it get to me, to face the battles, but when I got to middle school it wasn't even harder then when I was little.
I am not gay, just because my parents were doesn't mean I am. I am there daughter and I love them.
They've protected me since I was old enough to understand.
I would go home in the afternoons and cry myself to sleep. Wanting to know what I've done wrong to be treated this way.
Its then when Jaden would say, "Baby you don't have to do anything, this is just our fate that people won't accept what's not real to them. Ignorance won't change, we've fought for rights since the 1980's we as the LGBTQ community has to stand by and create a better life for ourselves and our children."
Jaden was a lovable human being; she loves my mom with all her heart. Watching their love grows stronger and sometimes they do fight, but all parents do. That's just how life is.
My parents raised me in such away that I understand what it means to be gay.
Like for instance when one of my friends once asked me, "so where's your dad, because all kids have a mom and dad." I went home and I couldn't understand it I've never heard either of them talking about my dad. Jaden told me I wasn't born with a dad. There was never a dad; my mother had me by insemination. They explained to me each and everything. Questions that would come up like my background, about being teased and kids being mean to me. There was a support amongst the gay community as I've grown up.
Like all children, most children with gay parents will have both good and bad times. That's a given fact.
AN: This is my entry for Blue Bell Short Story Slam #10 Children's Literature.
I thought i would go the other way with the prompt and write something kids of the LGBT community does go through. Just to give it a voice. This story is fiction the characters nor teh story is real. Its all created by myself...I hope you enjoy this read.
