I picked my daughter up from school today, and asked how her day was and got the normal response - results in spelling test, new topics, et cetera.

And then later, I asked, ‘what else did you do in school?’ and she was all, ‘oh, yeah! After first play we all went to the yurt, and talked about how there’s a girl in reception class - well, she was born a boy, but some people are born in the wrong body - and she used to be Noah but she’s come to school as Nia from today. So, yeah, every class talked about that, and then we went back inside. Our new class project is on Spain.’

And I was a) so pleased that the school had taken the time to make sure the kids understood, and were shown there was nothing abnormal about this and no teasing or bullying would be tolerated, and b) blown away by how easy acceptance can be, if it’s talked about openly.

I’m not surprised my own daughter understood already, because she knows that I’m far more male than female and came to that conclusion on her own, with no prompting from me. We’ve talked about what it means to be trans, and gay, or straight. But I was really surprised and gratified by how good it felt to know her place of learning was espousing the same principles of understanding and acceptance. She’s always seemed to listen when we’ve talked about it, but knowing an outside influence is backing up those conversations…yeah, it feels good. I wish every kid had a school, or community, or church, or somewhere that teaches them it’s okay to be different. 

what to do with my life

me, every time I have to write a paper for my 1989 revolutions class: gets distracted by reading random stuff about Gorbachev instead of actually writing the paper.