“Jordan! Can you please come out of the closet?” I called out to my son, hoping he would stop his game of hide-and-seek.
“Okay, Mom! Here I am! How did you find me?” he exclaimed, bursting from the closet and launching himself into my arms.
My son is beautiful—truly charming. His soft features and large, expressive eyes are irresistibly endearing, especially when paired with his sweet, high-pitched voice.
Jordan has a fondness for pink and purple. He often struts around the house in my high heels, pocketing cherry ChapStick, which he constantly reapplies while pursing his lips for the perfect finish.
While his sister, Layla, aged 5, has always embraced her girly side, Jordan has never fully leaned into traditional gender roles. I don’t suspect he is gay, nor do I think Layla is. Still, I’ve pondered how I would respond if either of them came out in the future. To capture my current feelings, I’m writing a letter to myself, a practice I often share on my blog, so I can reflect on these emotions if that time arrives.