This was a long week. There was a lot going on at work and I got home later than usual this evening. All the way home I looked forward to pizza, despite the way my gut has been, and a movie with the family. I was a the table, eating pizza, and Preston says to me, “I invited someone to homecoming today, Mom.” I was a little disgruntled because I encouraged him not to become involved with anyone for a few months following his break up with his girlfriend of 6+ months. A week or so before he told me that he would be going with a group of friends which sounded great to me. I did share with Preston my mild disappointment that he was going with someone specific and reminded him that I’d like him to wait to date for awhile. He replied that he thought I only told him to hold off for a month. Then came the shocker. I asked “who did you ask to homecoming?” His name is Max.
His name is Max. I wasn’t expecting him to say he’d invited a boy. I’d like to say that I didn’t cringe inwardly when he told me. I am completely supportive of Preston being bisexual. Being supportive and engaging with him and remaining involved with his life is commitment that I am only all to happy to honor. I cringed because I’m concerned for the backlash and prejudice that he will face. Secretly, I was relived when he was less visible dating a girl. While I had NO idea how to be the mother of a teenage boy dating a teenage girl, I’m even more clueless about how to support teenage boys dating. It’s probably not nearly as complicated as my visceral reaction to them is. I know that I’ll find my way through this challenge as I have every other that life has thrown my way. My faith tells me that God knows what He is going. I believe that when things are easy and also when they are challenging. I’m not just fair weather faithful.
I asked Preston if we can talk more about Max tomorrow without Logan being in the midst of our conversation. Waiting until tomorrow allows us the chance to watch Transformers as a family and relax. I’ll have a good night’s sleep and time for reflection and prayer. In the meantime, he knows I love him and a few hugs will remind him.