I was young when I got married. Many people shared their opinion that I was making a mistake. More significant than the fact that I was still a college student, I was marrying outside my faith.
I was raised the daughter of an Orthodox, Jewish Rabbi and I married a man raised Catholic I had no business even knowing.
I stood up for the love I felt was magical and everything to me, and I was called stubborn and selfish. Most of my family boycotted my wedding. My parents and grandparents who could have made an appearance in a 20-minute drive were not there. (Oh, I knew in advance they wouldn’t be. It was made very clear to me.)
Now, after nearly 25 years with my husband as my best friend we face the same prejudice with my daughter‘s engagement. The tone may be softer and the language has changed but the message is the same.
“We won’t be there to celebrate your love. We don’t think your love is right.”
As a Mama Bear I have come forward in the LGBTQA+ community to say I will stand up at a wedding for someone whose parents are doing the same thing. If your mom won’t be there to celebrate you and validate you, I can be. If someone makes you feel your love is wrong, let me tell you why it’s right. If you are made to feel less than by your family because you live in the LGBTQ space, I and 11,000 other moms will tell you that you are wonderful just the way you are.
Love is love.
Love doesn’t know your body parts or hairstyle or pronouns or skin color. Love doesn’t care if those around you welcome it or shun it. Love prevails and love permeates and educates and invites others in.
I’m letting you know that my love was judged, I know how that feels, and I have learned a lot from it. Hopefully many of you can learn some of that lesson without ever experiencing it. (And if you think it is your job to judge someone else’s love, please stop and consider why it’s your business in the first place. How does it have any effect on your life?)
People have all different words to describe connection and inclusion – and I choose Love.