I’m mom to a gender non-conforming daughter.

I remember the haircut. Grief and joy. I cried because I felt like I saw the real her emerge for the first time, out from under a cloud of asphyxiating expectations.

She could breathe.

Her smile was ear to ear. She cried, too.

Thank you for sharing. 🌈 ❤️

Mama, writer, lover, fighter — I wear my heart on my sleeve because my pants pockets are too small. www.ajkaywriter.com

Mama, writer, lover, fighter — I wear my heart on my sleeve because my pants pockets are too small. www.ajkaywriter.com