This weekend we went to PRIDE. We told all the kids we were going to a parade and that's really all they needed to hear, they were IN. Twirl being the oldest and most inquisitive, wanted to know what this parade was for. I reminded him about how some people don't believe a boy can marry a boy or a girl can marry a girl, but that's not what we and other people think. I told him this was a parade to celebrate and support those people, and that it was all about love. his reply "What about a parade for you and daddy though?" My simple response was "we don't need one, but thank you, you have such a big heart." In my head I was thinking "Son, they would happily give up a parade and a weekend, to be able to live equally year round" This thought is a little much for an almost 6 year old. I try to ride the balance of preparing him for people who think differently, being honest, and making the world sound like an awful place. He has later in life to stress about those things and at this age I think it's most important that he be prepared and be a happy kid, not worry about the problems the adults have created.
The next day we were getting everyone ready to go, a several hour feat when prepping with 3 young kiddos, Twirl walked up carrying a piece of paper.
Yes he made that sign for the parade. unprompted. How insanely amazing is this kid?! He clearly sees what this is about - love.
The parade and festival were honestly one of the most wonderful things we have done to date. We started off walking past some of the booths. Normally when we go out we notice the longer stares and the second looks, but try not to dwell on it. At Pride people were looking at him but smiling. Smiling very big. They remarked how cute his pink glasses were. They swooned, they were happy for him and happy for us and we beamed with pride. We are lucky to have support in our lives from some family and lots of friends, but we aren't used to having so many strangers be so adoring and kind. Here is a group of people that are being actively fought against, who have fewer rights than we do, who get stared at all the time and they were welcoming and loving us. I can't do justice to the overwhelming feeling this brings.
We stopped at a booth to get rainbow flags for the kids to wave and Cory picked up a rainbow sticker for his car. When Twirl started waving his flag he asked "Umm, why did they leave out Indigo?". Yes, that sums up my son, noticing that indigo has been left out from the pride flag.
I honestly wish we could relive the day all over again.