of other people’s lives. We’ll see the world differently.”27 I have
found this to be true.
One day as my older daughter was about to leave
elementary school, I needed to quickly buy a gift for her to take
to a birthday party. I stopped by an intimate, fun, eclectic shop
full of interesting items. As I browsed, it became clear that the
store clerk wanted to engage in conversation. Despite my
hurried pace, I decided to slow down and interact with this
fellow human traveler.
Suddenly, she poured out her heart. She had just
experienced a broken romantic relationship with her girlfriend.
Her pain was compounded by the choice to keep this part of
her life secret from her mom and dad. She expressed her fear
of rejection and damnation by the childhood religious folks so
interwoven in her family’s story. She told me that she was
working on a letter, a desperate plea for acceptance and love.
She had tentative hope that maybe, just maybe, minds and
hearts and souls would soften toward her.
Neither of us quite knew how we got to this vulnerable
space, but my own heart whispered to treat this with
tenderness and care. A response welled up from deep within
me. She and I shared the kinship of two hearts that want to be
known and loved. I spoke up. “Most mothers, given time and
space, will come to accept and love unconditionally their
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