Telling the kids
Jun. 28th, 2004 01:17 amOn Friday my daughters finished their last day of school at lunchtime, so I picked them up at 1:30. Once we were all in the car, I told them the plan: we were going to Toronto to pick up Danny
djjo; and he would join us at the cottage for the weekend.
The next part should have been easier. I intended to tell them Danny is my boyfriend, but the words wouldn't come. The trouble is I have often felt guilty about the string of men—mostly nice ones—during the past few years who came into my life and spent several weekends with my daughters only to disappear. I have always gone on the principle that if they ask a question, they're ready to know the answer. They've known I am gay for eight years, but usually I didn't identify my relationships explicitly, just waited for questions. Questions never came, so the relationships kept evaporating without explanation.
Once Brenna said to me, "You sure have a lot of friends," putting just enough emphasis on the last word to indicate she knew exactly what was going on.
I have been more careful this time. I have been dating Danny almost a year and the girls had only met him once in November. It went off pretty well, and Brenna has asked several times when we would be seeing him again. I simply assured her that we would.
Now I know Danny is going to be around for some time, so I wanted to reassure them he is someone significant who they can afford to get attached to.
But for several months I have felt a quandary over the matter of polyamory. Having a gay parent seems enough trouble for any kid being raised in an evangelical home. I felt so close to losing them before, and didn't want to raise issues that might alienate them. Call me polyphobic or whatever, but I decided not to worry about it for now. Telling them I had a boyfriend seemed enough of a mouthful for now.
But that alone was more than I could handle. Friday afternoon while we joked together in the car, went grocery shopping, then went for a walk before meeting Danny, I looked for an appropriate moment, but none came.
Finally, walking along the street to his house, I came against a wall. Saying nothing seemed an injustice. All I could do was force the words.
"Just so you know, Danny is my boyfriend."
"Cool," they both said.
"But," Marian added, not missing a step, "I thought he already had a boyfriend."
"Well not really," I heard myself say, and began uttering bullshit. I couldn't believe what I was doing. I've rarely lied to anyone in my life, and never to my children. It didn't last long.
A little further down the block I swallowed my pride: "Actually Danny does have another boyfriend."
Then they wanted to know who he was and whether they had met him before. They hadn't, but were about to. I explained that Danny and Bill live together, but I feel like family with them.
"Cool," they said.
"That doesn't bother you?" I asked.
"No," they said at once.
Within minutes they got to meet Bill
bitterlawngnome. I didn't want to make a big deal of it, so I didn't have a chance to explain to Bill and Danny what had just happened. I was wound like a top, feeling so much importance hanging on that casual meeting. To be perfectly honest, I was on the verge of tears for the next couple hours, feeling proud of the obstacles our love has surmounted, and what fine young women Marian and Brenna are becoming.
When we were ready to leave for our cottage weekend, Danny went to give Bill a hug, and I noticed the girls watching carefully.
A while later we were on Highway 400 at last, heading north. We would have to stop for groceries, and I wanted to know what Danny would like for a barbecue on Saturday night.
"Ribs?" he suggested.
He knew well enough, that's one of my specialties. He also knew my daughters love them.
Danny had them once before, last summer, but, "I didn't know whether you liked them or not," I said. "I knew Daniel did."
In fact I had made ribs specifically at
danthered's request.
Brenna, not missing a thing, asked, "Who's Daniel?"
I cleared my throat.
"Bill's other boyfriend," I said.
Brenna said casually, "I suppose there will be more and more of them."
She is too sly.
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Back from the cottage this afternoon, we attended the Pride parade, then headed to Danny and Bill's house for my daughters' first experience of a Sunday night dinner. So the girls got to meet Daniel, too.
koobear brought some delicious Greek treats beginning with flatbread and various dips (yummy taramasalata, tzatziki with some bite, hummus, olives, a basil dipping oil, etc.), followed by pasta with a creamy pesto sauce. My daughters seemed to enjoy the company completely and ate heartily, as if to prove me an idiot for warning our hosts beforehand: "They're picky eaters."
Many thanks to Danny, Bill, Daniel, Liakoo and Kathy for welcoming my girls that way.
My favourite Brenna-ism of the evening was when she told
bitterlawngnome, "You're cute when you're guilty."
The next part should have been easier. I intended to tell them Danny is my boyfriend, but the words wouldn't come. The trouble is I have often felt guilty about the string of men—mostly nice ones—during the past few years who came into my life and spent several weekends with my daughters only to disappear. I have always gone on the principle that if they ask a question, they're ready to know the answer. They've known I am gay for eight years, but usually I didn't identify my relationships explicitly, just waited for questions. Questions never came, so the relationships kept evaporating without explanation.
Once Brenna said to me, "You sure have a lot of friends," putting just enough emphasis on the last word to indicate she knew exactly what was going on.
I have been more careful this time. I have been dating Danny almost a year and the girls had only met him once in November. It went off pretty well, and Brenna has asked several times when we would be seeing him again. I simply assured her that we would.
Now I know Danny is going to be around for some time, so I wanted to reassure them he is someone significant who they can afford to get attached to.
But for several months I have felt a quandary over the matter of polyamory. Having a gay parent seems enough trouble for any kid being raised in an evangelical home. I felt so close to losing them before, and didn't want to raise issues that might alienate them. Call me polyphobic or whatever, but I decided not to worry about it for now. Telling them I had a boyfriend seemed enough of a mouthful for now.
But that alone was more than I could handle. Friday afternoon while we joked together in the car, went grocery shopping, then went for a walk before meeting Danny, I looked for an appropriate moment, but none came.
Finally, walking along the street to his house, I came against a wall. Saying nothing seemed an injustice. All I could do was force the words.
"Just so you know, Danny is my boyfriend."
"Cool," they both said.
"But," Marian added, not missing a step, "I thought he already had a boyfriend."
"Well not really," I heard myself say, and began uttering bullshit. I couldn't believe what I was doing. I've rarely lied to anyone in my life, and never to my children. It didn't last long.
A little further down the block I swallowed my pride: "Actually Danny does have another boyfriend."
Then they wanted to know who he was and whether they had met him before. They hadn't, but were about to. I explained that Danny and Bill live together, but I feel like family with them.
"Cool," they said.
"That doesn't bother you?" I asked.
"No," they said at once.
Within minutes they got to meet Bill
When we were ready to leave for our cottage weekend, Danny went to give Bill a hug, and I noticed the girls watching carefully.
A while later we were on Highway 400 at last, heading north. We would have to stop for groceries, and I wanted to know what Danny would like for a barbecue on Saturday night.
"Ribs?" he suggested.
He knew well enough, that's one of my specialties. He also knew my daughters love them.
Danny had them once before, last summer, but, "I didn't know whether you liked them or not," I said. "I knew Daniel did."
In fact I had made ribs specifically at
Brenna, not missing a thing, asked, "Who's Daniel?"
I cleared my throat.
"Bill's other boyfriend," I said.
Brenna said casually, "I suppose there will be more and more of them."
She is too sly.
~~~~~~~~~~
Back from the cottage this afternoon, we attended the Pride parade, then headed to Danny and Bill's house for my daughters' first experience of a Sunday night dinner. So the girls got to meet Daniel, too.
Many thanks to Danny, Bill, Daniel, Liakoo and Kathy for welcoming my girls that way.
My favourite Brenna-ism of the evening was when she told
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Date: 2004-06-28 06:57 am (UTC)I was worried this time, because Marian is in a particularly delicate phase, identifying strongly with me. However, everything seemed to go fine.
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Date: 2004-06-28 06:58 am (UTC)From the mouths of babes ...
Date: 2004-06-28 06:20 am (UTC)That phobic moment when you don't tell someone important in your life the exact truth, because you're afraid of how polyamory will look to them? I still have that sometimes. You are SO fabulous for recognizing it for what it is and getting past it. It can feel SO hard.
Yay for the girls.
Bill better watch out with Brenna, though. She is SO on to him.
There's more to say but not enough time. I'm sending you, Danny, and the girls hugs until I can make time to call at length.
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Date: 2004-06-28 07:03 am (UTC)Brenna is gifted with profound, wry intuition about people. We all better watch our steps.
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Date: 2004-06-28 06:24 am (UTC)BTW were the girls with you at the parade?
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Date: 2004-06-28 07:28 am (UTC)>:-)
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Date: 2004-06-28 08:51 am (UTC)The not worrying thing ... you're a parent. Might as well ask you to fly to the moon on gossamer wings :)
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Date: 2004-06-28 09:40 am (UTC)In my case, I don't feel very level-headed, but somehow we have kept close despite the obstacles. I feel very lucky. I know this: it's best to put a child's needs ahead of one's own parental rights and fears, and a child will probably see and respect that.
Sounds like you got a good start on that talk.
Date: 2004-06-28 08:18 am (UTC)Now the next hurdle will be in a few years when they look at poly as a choice in their own life. Good job, Van, for difficult honesty. It will pay off in the long run.
Re: Sounds like you got a good start on that talk.
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Date: 2004-06-28 08:31 am (UTC)All this verbiage we hear from politicians trying to protect traditional marriage goes against reality anyway. There are so many kinds of relationships and although children may not know all the details they are certainly aware of the many different situations that they and their real and television peers live in. So unless they have been sheltered tremendously, they will likely respond positively to discovery - particular in situations with people who are friendly, warm, and are having a good time.
I wonder how they talk about it with their friends.
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Date: 2004-06-28 09:22 am (UTC)Brenna is less willing than her sister to cause waves, and I have a feeling she keeps this matter to herself.
It's an important question, one which I'll try to raise again this summer.
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Date: 2004-06-28 10:18 am (UTC)After reading this, I just LOVE your daughters. Not only are they cute, they're very wise people. Just like their Daddy...
Hugs, Shimmer
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Date: 2004-06-29 09:22 am (UTC)Have a great time at the farm this weekend.
Hugs, Van
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Date: 2004-06-28 10:32 am (UTC)There's something I feel you might want to discuss with your daughters at some point. When Ramon joined John and me in our relationship, he was very weirded out about the whole thing. Specifically, I felt that he thought what we were doing was wrong, against the natural order of things. One night I sat him down and we had a long conversation about it. I had to tell him that just because something is not normal, that doesn't mean it's bad, just different. This especially applies to adult interpersonal relationships.
I was thinking about you wondering if your daughter(s) would show an interest in polyamory. With a conversation about "different" relationships, it might be kosher to discuss the fact that just because Daddy's doing it doesn't mean they have to, and if they do, they face certain consequences, which you can speak to all too well. I myself don't even know how to refer to John and Ramon. I used to call John my partner, but can I have two partners? I've been calling them my boyfriends, if you can believe that. Also when I'm at work, I am now very private about my personal life. It sort of sucks. At the CD store, it was such a small group, everyone knew and it was fine. In a business this size, though, I haven't told anyone I'm gay - though I'm sure there are those who suspect or know and I don't care - only because I am loath to talk about my relationship. For one, I'm afraid my co-workers won't understand. Also, my mother is a manager in the company, and I don't want her to face any sort of reprisals based on my lifestyle.
Sorry, I'm babbling a bit. Anyway, you're the best dad in the world.
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Date: 2004-06-29 09:25 am (UTC)I've experienced the same change in my willingness to be totally out to people. It bothers me because this is something I've always felt strongly about: the importance of feeling free to express myself around others. It makes me more aware of how some people feel less free to identify as gay depending on prevailing attitudes.
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Date: 2004-06-29 09:50 am (UTC)Where I am now, though... I'm so transitory, it being a summer job and all. I don't think it's worth even bringing up that I'm gay.
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Date: 2004-06-28 04:24 pm (UTC)It's so awesome the way they reacted. And I bet it's a huge weight off your shoulders.
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Date: 2004-06-29 09:30 am (UTC)It is a great relief to have this issue out in the open, so I don't have to pretend anything.
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Date: 2004-06-28 10:18 pm (UTC)Love is love is love
Tears form and roll and I feel, where you are, where you have been, where you are going,
To those who love you and whom you love, it doesn't matter
let the children teach us, remind us.
love is enough
be well Van,
what a beautiful post this is
thanks for sharing it
I have so been there with lieing then choking out the truth, fear and guilt and worry, where none needed to be.
seriuosly thank you for sharing.
lots of love
connor
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Date: 2004-06-29 09:32 am (UTC)I've had a couple hectic days here in the city, getting a bunch of things done. Heading back north as soon as I can get the dishes washed, fresh laundry packed, etc.
Thanks for all your thoughtful words.
Love and hugs,
Van