I write a lot about my oldest son, but he is not my only. I am lucky enough to have a total of three sons. My other two are just as amazing as the first, in my totally biased opinion. My middle son is now 7, the same age that my oldest was
when he started identifying as gay. It should not have been a shock to me that around this same age, my middle son would start having questions and opinions about his older brother's orientation, but it was. At first it was just a normal part of his life that wasn't interesting enough to think about. "My brother is gay, but does anyone want to play
Mario Kart?" was pretty much his opinion on the subject. But that has started to change.
A few months ago, it was one of those horribly disgusting summer days where the heat and humidity just won't quit. As luck would have it, two of our very good friends, Sam and Toby, have a pool and invited us over to save us from the heat's torture. Sam and Toby live in a very cool and expensive part of town not too far from us. They have a house that our kids refer to as "the castle," and a carriage house that is bigger than our home. The boys love Sam and Toby and love visiting their place. We had been in the pool for a couple of hours, and all the manic energy that kids release in a body of water had dissipated. We were taking some time to just chill in the cool water.
My middle son was tired, so he was nestled against my chest as I floated on my back.
"Mom," he said, breaking the silence.
"Yeah, baby?" I said sleepily.
"I want to be gay."
he's also 7 though. I'm sure even coming to the conclusion of GAY is extremely difficult. He could have very well just misspoke.
