Wednesday morning, we were puttering through our regular morning routine when I realized something was up. I usually check out my Twitter feed while I drink coffee, and on Wednesday morning, Twitter was on fire. I was scrolling through at around 6:59, it turns out: one minute before the Supreme Court was due to announce its ruling on DOMA. And as soon as I saw the first tweet from SCOTUSBlog,
DOMA is unconstitutional
— SCOTUSblog (@SCOTUSblog) June 26, 2013
I started to cry, I was so moved and in awe and so, so happy. I walked over to the couch where 6 year old F was sitting, and said, “Sweets, history is being made right now, and I’d like us to watch together. Do you mind if I pause your movie?” She protested, and, not wanting to miss any coverage because I was arguing with my girl, I ran upstairs to another TV and flipped it on. It was awesome to behold, in the true sense of the word. I thought of all of my gay friends, some of whom had gotten married only to have those marriages thrown into question; I thought of parents of gay kids everywhere, and kids of gay parents, and the whole beautiful mess of humanity in general, and my tears of joy and gratitude really started flowing.
After the Prop 8 information was announced too, I went back downstairs to talk to F. This time, I sat down next to her and pressed pause on her movie and just started talking. She listened, wide-eyed, as I struggled to talk through the tears. I explained to her that they were happy tears, and then began to tell her what the Supreme Court had just decided and why it was so great and what it meant to our friends, her pal Ella’s moms and her friends Nick & Sarah’s dads and all the other gay friends we had. She held my hand and looked deep in my eyes as I spoke, even when I got choked up, my eyes welling over and my nose running like crazy, and she was patient, listening like it was all making sense to her and like she was truly feeling how profound this moment in history was. And when I finished talking, I felt so pleased that she, my six year old, was so compassionate and empathetic a being that she fully grasped what I was sharing with her. I was so happy and so proud of my girl! She gets it! My little humanitarian! And then, she had a thought to share with me about it all, and it was this:
“MOM. You have BOOGERS!!”