Thanks to Dana at Mombian for being the central location for Blogging for LGBT Families Day.
Another week, another Friday: woke up, read in bed for a few minutes, snuggled with Curious Girl, went down for breakfast and wowed her with the new cinnamon sugar shaker I'd put together after my last pilgrimage to King Arthur Flour. I wrote her a little love note and tucked it inside her homework folder (ordinarily, I put it in her lunchbox, but on Fridays, she gets school lunch). I helped her practice cello (inspired by an acquaintance from a local music program, she's been aiming to keep a cello practice streak going, and is currently at day 107), and then we walked to school. I went to work, although I left a bit early to come home and shovel mulch around in the garden after Politica called to say that our 3 cubic feet of mulch had arrived. Then off to pick up CG, and then to gymnastics, where Politica met us and where she and I cheered for each of the girls as they performed their routines on bar, floor, and beam. Home for dinner, and then out to a marshmallow roast at the neighbors'. The kids ran around in the cool evening, while the adults talked around the fire. We talked about aging and failing parents, about school, about kids, about houses, about summer. We talked about spelling. We walked home.
Such is the life of the homosexual elite. When the Westboro Baptist Church came to town last summer, they said we were headed to hell and destroying society. Me, I'm more concerned with trying to help my kid figure out how to cope with school projects than I am trying to undermine our neighbors' straight marriages. In fact, I rather enjoy most of my friends' marriages--straight or gay, legal or not--as I find that most of my friends-with-spouses/partners tend to choose people who are themselves interesting and wonderful. We can all support each other--no one's marriage is a threat to anyone else's.
This is pretty much the kind of post I wrote last year for this occasion: a post chronicling the ordinariness of a day in the Granola household. We work, we read, we play music, we eat, we garden, we hang with friends.
Tenured Radical writes today that marriage isn't her top political priority, but that the ways in which the Obama administration has worked in stepwise and significant ways to reduce institutionalized homophobia can ultimately work to reduce the power of marriage or other gay rights referenda to serve as get-out-the-vote drives for the far right. She hopes for a day when marriage will be a purely private matter, not the public moral one it is right now. Marriage didn't use to be my top political priority--and truth be told, it's probably not my top priority right now either. But goodness, am I tired of the political initiatives that let voters in various places step up and vote on whether or not to take rights away from me, or to put in place insulting laws or policies that further distance even the possibility of change. I'm tired of the challenge of remaining hopeful in the face of bigotry, even as I do. I'm tired of the hypocrisy of a world in which cheating politicians pontificate about the sanctity of marriage.
But here and now, I'm tired from a day of good work and hard parenting. I'm tired from a week of trying to figure out what sorts of school problems are normal and age appropriate and what sorts of school problems might be more concerning. I'm tired from a week of special events that keep my child up late and run all of us happily ragged. I'm tired from a week of worrying a bit about aging parents (who seem to be fine now, but still...it's hard to be old). I'm so tired, I'm not really up to the task of ruining society. I have enough to do just keeping my little corner of the world working OK.