Someone in a movie said having a kid transforms you because it forces you to love someone more than you love yourself.
I didn’t think I’d ever have a kid.
I definitely didn’t think I’d have one who loves me as I am.
But now I have a daughter who loves me. A daughter who sees me. A daughter who asked if she could just call me Mom.
I love my daughter and her mom more than I thought possible. They taught me not just how to love them as a mom, but to be loved in return as a mom, too.
Whether you need a mom or are exploring how to be one, here are seven sources of comfort from a trans mom.
How do I get past wishing I had transitioned at a younger age?
A Message For Trans Youth: Gender Dysphoria, Coping Strategies, and whether it gets better
Six years ago: the moment I knew I was a mom
I pulled up to the end of the driveway. I looked to her window and saw the light on. I sent a text to let her know I was there.
I waited, beaming with anticipation.
I smiled, radiating a joy I’d never expected.
I was picking my step-daughter up for school, breathing steam in the biting cold of Colorado, humming with joy inside the car.
My partner and her daughter were the only gifts I’d ever need from fate, destiny, or just blind luck.
Her grandpa’s front door opened. There she was.
Who cared if I wasn’t her dad?
I was her mom. And from that day on, I always would be.
The end (of the article)
If you like my work and want to support it, buy me a cup of coffee! For more of my content, subscribe to my Substack newsletter: Translating Everything