That's My Friend and He Has Two Moms
By Carol Miller
My 9-year-old granddaughter invited me to her third-grade class picnic, where I met her friends and some of their parents and grandparents.
One little boy was sitting with two women and when we met him my granddaughter told me that he has two moms. Just to see what she would say, I asked if the kids ever thought it was strange or "different," and she said, "Why would it be strange, Grandma?"
I quickly said that it wasn't — but I just had to know if the other kids ever commented on it, because Rochester is a very conservative city. Then I noticed that it truly didn’t make a difference. The parents all co-mingled with the two moms, and the little boy was just another kid.
It made my heart fill with joy to see this. I thought to myself that we fight so hard for equality and just a little thing like this makes it all worthwhile.
Children are born loving. They are born to accept all things. Without the intervention of parents they would grow up to love everyone. I looked at this happy little boy running and playing, and his proud moms beaming, and I thought to myself: Just this once, I can say "in a perfect world" and see the results.
I am not gay, but I fight for my gay friends because it’s the right thing to teach our children — love, and not hate. I remember thanking God that the school accepted this family and that my granddaughter could so casually say, "Oh that's my friend and he has two moms."
Aug. 1, 2005