I'm a mom. I am proud of my daughter for working hard for what she wants in life, and for standing up to those people who do not understand.
My daughter is the same. She is healthy, smart, funny, and understanding of people’s needs. She loves animals, and is the first to say “I love you, mom.” I could always count on her to be there for me at any time of night, whether I just needed to talk or whether I needed her to come over.
I love my daughter very much. I miss her terribly. She is gay.
Once upon a time she was misunderstood. She started counseling at 12 years old because I was worried about her. She didn't know what was wrong, only that she knew she wasn't like the rest of us. She was different. As a teenager she suffered from depression and had trouble in school. Like a lot of kids who are gay, she was made fun of, her “friends” telling her that there was something wrong with her and she was eventually diagnosed with clinical depression. I worried whether she would take her own life. I hope no other mother ever has to feel that. She is my baby, and I wanted nothing more than for her to be happy. Wouldn’t any mother? All she wanted was acceptance and support from her family and friends, not for people to stare or point.
I love my daughter and am so proud of the choices she has made and the wisdom that she carries. She is my greatest gift from God.
Without acceptance in this world we would all be alone. Jessica Elizabeth is my pride and joy. I believe God gave her to me to learn acceptance. - See more at: http://community.pflag.org/page.aspx?pid=1189#sthash.gqmifOXM.dpuf