it is so hard to comprehend this strange new world I have entered. There is the piece of me that wants to cry and blame myself as a "bad" parent; but the reality is that nothing changes my love for her( still adapting to pronouns, more challenging than you think). this is not about me in any way, shape or form. I am so frightened for my child, my family. I know that my midwestern, small town is not going to be loving or accepting. I know that my church family(using the term loosely) will try to tell me that my child has no place in God's embrace. I can't accept that ! and I won't.... Coming to terms with this new normal is overwhelming... I cry and grieve for the son I fought for since before his birth.... My heart breaks as I think of this difficulty and wonder what my new daughter's future looks like. I pray and worry as she tells her older brother this evening, and hope that my family won't be torn into pieces. I am so griefstricken that my parents are of a generation, that my daughter would rather just cut them out of her life, than be who she really is!