“Mommy, they are just like me.”
My oldest son is six years old and in love for the first time. He is in love with Blaine from Glee.
For those who don’t know Blaine is a boy…a gay boy, the boyfriend of one of the main characters, Kurt.
This isn’t a ‘he thinks Blaine is really cool’ kind of love. It is a mooning at a picture of Blaine’s face for a half hour followed by a wistful “He’s so pretty” kind of love.
He loves the episode where two boys kiss. My son will call people in from other parts of the house to make sure they don’t miss his ‘favorite part.’ He’s been known to rewind it and watch it over again…and force other to, as well, if he doesn’t think people have been paying enough attention.
This infatuation doesn’t bother me or his father. We live in a very hip-liberal neighborhood, many of our friends are gay, and idea of having a gay son isn’t something that bothers either of us. Our son is going to be who he is, and it is our job to love him. End of story.
He is also six. Six year olds get obsessed with all kinds of things. This might not mean anything at all. We always joke that he’s either gay, or we have the best blackmail material in the history of mankind when he’s a 16 year old straight boy. (Take that naked bath time pictures!)
Then the other day we were traveling across the state listening to the Warblers album (of course), and in the middle of Candles, my son pipes up from the back seat.
“Mommy, Kurt and Blaine are boyfriends.”
“Yes, they are,” I affirm.
“They don’t like kissing girls. They just kiss boys.”
“That’s true.”
“Mommy, they are just like me.”
“That’s great, baby. You know I love you no matter what?”
“I know…” I could hear him rolling his eyes at me.
When we got home I recapped this conversation to his Dad, and we stood simply looking into each other’s eyes for a moment. Then we smiled.
“So if at 16 he wants to make a big announcement at the dinner table, we can say ‘You told us when you were six. Pass the carrots’ and he’ll be disappointed we stole his big dramatic moment,” my husband says with a laugh and hugs me.
Only time will tell if my son is gay, but if he is I am glad he’s mine. I am glad he has been born into our family. A family full of people who will love and accept him. People who will never want him to change. With parents who will look forward to dancing at his wedding.
And I have to admit, Blaine would be a really cute son-in-law.
Callie: Hey.
Arizona: Oh hey, Dr. Torres.
Callie: Oh, I’m sorry. I panicked. I didn’t mean to introduce you as Dr. Robbins. I guess I didn’t know how to say “Hey! Guess what, Mama O’Malley, I’m into girls now! And uh, oh! This is my wife.” Ya know?
Arizona: *Turns to Polly* Polly?
Polly: Yes, Dr. Robbins.
Arizona: I’m gonna need a minute.
Polly: Sure thing. I’m gonna go take a look at you nuclear protein machines.
Callie: Peds prospect polly?
Arizona: Yep!
Callie: Oh, I’m doing so well today.
Arizona: I get it. It’s okay.
Callie: Wait really? ‘Cuz you seem kinda pissed.
Arizona: Really? I thought I was being funny.
Callie: Oh, well then you suck at jokes.
Arizona: Oh. Hey, look… Coming out is important, it’s everything. With your family and your friends, I’d kick your ass if you tried to hide me from them. But coming out to your dead ex-husband’s super catholic mom? Not necessary. I mean, not for you. And certainly not for me so… it’s okay.
Callie: Thank you.
Arizona: Kay, I’m gonna go um, find Polly ‘cuz, I have no idea where we keep the nuclear protein machines.
(Source: calzona)
I like girls. Uh… as in… romantically. It turns out, I like girls. Uh, women. And I met the most amazing woman. Do— do you remember Dr. Robbins from this morning? Yeah, we got married, and, uh… Oh, no, but before that, we, um… we got in an accident, a car accident, a really bad accident, and, uh, I almost died. But I didn’t, and, uh, Sofia— neither did Sofia, our— our baby… our perfect, beautiful baby.
(Source: lexiecarolinegrey)
Arizona: Hey! You brought pizza?
Mark: Oh, pizza? I made a coq au vin.
*callie walks over and throws pan in the trash*
Arizona: What are you? Wait! No no no! What are you doing?
Mark: Oh my coq au vin!
Callie: Mark, I love you. I love how great you are with our daughter. I love that you and Arizona are friends, but you, you need to leave ‘cuz tonight I’m gonna eat pizza and drink beer in bed with my wife and tell her all about the neck I just build and then we’re gonna have lots and lots of sex. Kay? We’re great parents, but we’re more than just mommies and daddies. We are hot, and we are sexy. And your new hobby? The hollandaise and the short ribs and the coq au vin, is getting in the way of our sex life. So, please start having sex again. Kay? But not tonight ‘cuz tonight, you’re babysitting.
Mark: Can I at least have some pizza?
*callie hands mark pizza and points to the door*
Arizona: That was incredibly hot.
Cristina: It’s my fifth year. I have to defend every decision made in my OR at the boards.
Callie: You know why I picked you to be my co-surgeon?
Cristina: I… I…
Callie: Because you… you take crazy risks in the OR. But the surgeon I’ve worked with for the past three days, safe. Boring. Uh, B minus version of herself. I get it, fifth year’s competitive. Your whole career depends on it. But if you’re not careful, you’re going to wake up one day and realize that you’re no longer the bad ass, hardcore, spontaneous, take charge, crazy, fun, person you thought you were. But instead some sad, sorry wife who stays in every night. And talks about food like it’s an orgasm when it’s clearly not. An orgasm, is an orgasm!
Cristina: I’m sorry, what?
Callie: Don’t let fifth year get to you.
