A Son’s Hero
When I came out to my mother, she was, in a hospital bed, dying of cancer. She had been in that same bed for many months. One day, about a month before her death, I approached my mother, and I told her in a quiet voice “I like men.” My mother, who I could trust with any secret, who was like my best friend, reacted very positively. With a great show of strength, my fragile mother pulled herself into a sitting position, gestured me to her side, embraced me, and said in that soothing voice I miss so much, “You’re gay. I will never judge you. You are my son. I have no problem with who you choose to love.” Three years have passed since her death, I still think about her every day, and I think of how she accepted me. Many parents react quite differently when their child comes out as gay or bi-sexual. My mother was one of the very few exceptions who accepted me. If there’s one thing I take pride in more than my sexuality, its pride that I’m my mother’s son. Everyone should be accepted for their choice in sexuality. Discrimination hurts, and my mother understood that, and she’s one of my heroes …My mother supported me 100%. I miss her every day. But still, I wish more parents were accepting.