Last night my 10 year old daughter and I were watching one of those house hunting shows. There was nothing spectacular about this one, they weren’t in any exotic locations or looking at million dollar homes. The couple was just an ordinary every day couple.
About halfway through my daughter turned to me and said “I’m confused mom. Are those guys friends or are they married or something?”
“They’re married honey.”
I could see she needed a little more explanation so I decided to keep it basic.
“It’s pretty simple. Sometimes two men love each other, sometimes two women. Sometimes it’s a man and a woman, like Daddy and I. And we are lucky enough to live in a country where we can marry who we are in love with.”
“Do you have any other questions about it?”
And we turned back to the show.
And that is exactly how complicated it ever needs to be.
If everyone took that approach with their children for topics ranging from same-sex marriage to special needs, we would be raising an entire generation of people who accept differences as merely the things that make us unique. That’s the world I want to grow old in, and the one my children will grow into. An accepting, open world.