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Tuesday
Mar262013

An Open Letter on Why Marriage Equality Is Important to Me

{Following is the text of the speech I gave on Monday, March 25, 2013 at the Houston Marriage Equality Candlelight Vigil.}

My name is Rachel, and this is Jennifer, my best friend, girlfriend, and partner of nearly 13 years. She’s also my future-wife. These are our two kids Mateo and Harper and they’ll be 5 next month.

This morning, like many families across the country, we woke up. Late. The kids had breakfast while Jennifer and I scrambled to get ready for work. We packed lunch boxes, nap mat covers, and lovies and shuffled everybody and everything into the car for our morning commute to school and the office. Getting the kids to put their shoes on was a challenge, and some battles we didn’t even bother fighting – like the outfits they chose to wear today.

This evening, we’ll get home, ask the kids what they did at school, they’ll probably tell us “nothing”, then there will arguing about having to take baths, then more arguing about having to get out of the bath. Afterwards, we’ll pile up on the couch for family story time, before heading upstairs making up some game along the way to make brushing teeth be fun. We’ll pair off into the kids’ bedrooms, say prayers, and then tuck them in for a good night’s sleep.

Later, Jennifer and I will collapse onto the couch to talk about on our respective days, answer work emails, and then maybe have enough time to catch up on a favorite television show before we start getting everything ready for the next day. Please do NOT tell us how Season 3 of Downton Abbey ends, we’re still on Season 2.

Basically, our day in the life is remarkably similar to every.other.family.with.young.children.EVER.

Except that when we go to sleep at night, we don’t rest with the comfort and security of the rights and responsibilities provided by federal law currently limited to heterosexual couples. We worry. What if one of us dies? Is the life insurance policy enough? What do we need to line up to avoid probate?

Many regard marriage-equality and parenting as two separate issues. But they’re really not.

In fact, even the American Academy of Pediatrics made this connection last week when they issued a policy statement declaring its support for marriage-equality because allowing gay and lesbian parents to marry is in the best interest of their children.

What if something happens to both of us? Will their new school accept our two-mom family? What’s our backup plan if that doesn’t work out? We know children don’t discriminate until they’re taught, so how will their friends’ parents respond?

Marriage is about love and commitment. Jennifer and I are in love, you even can ask our therapist! I can tell you that after 13 years, we’re kinda committed.

Especially now that we have kids.

Jennifer and I have joked (and by ‘joke’, I mean we’re not joking) that if one of us ever split from the other, we’d hunt each other down, because heck if either of us is raising these two alone.

I mean, think about it, full and equal civil marriage would also protect the kids through full and equal divorce. Seriously: did you know that child support and visitation are rights currently afforded to the children of straight couples, but not same-sex couples?

As GLBT parents, we can – and did – secure as many rights as possible through an attorney, but it can prove cost-prohibitive, too.

We have medical powers of attorney, wills, life insurance policies to benefit the kids, guardianship agreements, and a second parent-adoption under our belts, a process we began when Mateo and Harper were 30 weeks. That’s gestational age. By the time the kids were 6 weeks old, Jennifer was legally their parent, too.

With all the planning and paperwork involved in securing rights, it’s no coincidence that just about every GLBT parent I know is Type A.

We are blessed to have the support of our family and friends. We met with our pediatrician and teachers and pastor and confidently introduced our two-mom family before engaging in relationship with any of them. We want to be sure our kids will be in a supportive and caring environment with the grown-ups in their world.

Still, all these documents and dialogues and conversations don’t guarantee the protections afforded straight married couples.

Protections like parental status.

When I visited the elementary school where our kids will attend Kindergarten, I was pleased to find out that we wouldn’t be the first same-sex parents to have kids there. But I was equally disheartened to be informed, ever so gingerly, that without proof of adoption, Jennifer couldn’t pick up a sick kid, or otherwise be treated as a full-on parent. Civil marriage, on the other hand, would give her automatic parental status without having to prove up her legitimacy.

Protections like leave benefits.

Last April, I broke my leg and had to have surgery to put a plate in the bone. For nearly two months, because I was not allowed to bear weight on my leg, Jennifer had to do just about everything with the house and kids while I...got to be a straight husband. Because I’m not legally Jennifer’s spouse, she could not take FMLA, which would have helped make those months more manageable. Even after nearly 13 years together, if I died, she technically could not take FMLA to grieve. Civil marriage would afford GLBT couples job protection and time off to tend to their family in times of need.

Protections like economic benefits.

Most companies do not offer spousal and family health benefits to same-sex partners. I am blessed to say that mine does. But for this benefit, because we cannot legally marry, I have to pay income tax on the premiums that total thousands of dollars per year. She’ll also have to pay a tax penalty on the inheritance of my retirement plan. Dollars that could otherwise be saved for college tuition, donated to charity, or otherwise be plowed back into the economy.

Children of GLBT families are CHOSEN, y’all.

We don’t accidentally have kids.

Mateo and Harper were dreamed of, prayed for, and meticulously planned for. For eight years. They are the most deliberate and sustaining legacy of Jennifer and I’s love and commitment. And our children deserve the economic and psychosocial stability that civil marriage affords.

Collectively, our children are our future, no matter the sexual-orientation of their parents. It’s our hope and prayer that the U.S. Supreme Court will honor and validate our commitment, and that of GLBT families everywhere, by moving marriage equality forward.

Thank you.

Happy New Year!
Monday
Jan142013

An Open Letter To Growth Spurting Four Year Olds 

You WILL eat again.

You just ate two waffles, 2 sausage links, half an apple, a glass of milk, and a boiled egg. There is not enough space in your belly for more.

When your socks don't fit, it doesn't mean that you now have a reason to never wear socks. It just means we need to get you new socks.

If you can, let us know when you START to get hungry. Because the walking up to me in tears as if your cat died only for you to say “I’m so hungry!” is a little freaky.

You WILL eat again. Really.

It’s okay to sleep a little longer. I promise you won’t miss anything big. No need to wake up before your body is ready and then march around like a cranky monster because HUNGRY!

The reason we “always” have to try on clothes is because your pant bottoms are at your shins and we’re trying to get a better fit for you. And it’s not “always”.

Your food is not going to run off your plate. It’s okay to slow down.

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Yes, we will be having supper today.

Monday
Jan072013

Hearing Range of My Four Year Old Daughter

Look at me!
Look at ME!
I want you to watch me.
Watch this
Look at me!
STOP LOOKING AT ME!
Look what I can do!
Why are you looking at me?
Look at ME!
I'm hungry! (Crying)
I don't WANT to eat.
What are you having? (The same thing)
Can I have some of yours?
Look at me!
Why did you break my chicken? (Crying)
I don't want protein.
I wants some of YOUR chicken.
Don't call me a princess, I am a kitty!
I am not a kitty, I am Harper!
I AM NOT HARPER!
I want milk.
Look at ME!
I can't find my woobie (Crying)
I want to wear tights! (the torn ones)
I want to wear a dress.
Not those tights or that dress.
Why do you always have to comb my hair?
No.
NO!
You are not doing it right.
These shoes are not perfect for my feet.
I'm a puppy.(panting)
You gotta say "hello, little puppy! You want some milk?"
I can do it myself.

Wednesday
Dec192012

A New York City Weekend in December

My company's CEO was going to be presenting at a conference in New York City, so I convinced my boss, the CFO, that I needed to go to see how the roadshow team does their work. After all, I head off to London once a year to give presentations, so it seemed logical that I should see in person how the leader of our company goes about delivering our story.

And because I really wanted to go to New York City for a few days before that.

I invited my mother along.

She had never been. So I thought it would be fun to show her the city and have a little mother-daughter time with a few musicals anchoring each day's activities.

Our itinerary was jam packed. But not as much as my mother's luggage.

Day 1: Dinner at Barbuto, Book of Mormon musical (which was AWESOME!), my mom's first subway ride, and Times Square (to which my mother said "oh, this is it?"

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Day 2: Mass at St. Patrick's Cathedral, Top of the Rock Observation tower, Peter and the Starcatcher musical (which was ok), and then drinks and dinner with my BFF from ELEMENTARY SCHOOL. Boy, were we trouble!

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Day 3: Breakfast at Balthazar (the only restaurant I've gone to each time I've been to NYC), The Rockettes at Radio City Music Hall Christmas Spectacular (a totally festive must-see holiday show), 911 Memorial

Day 4: Circle Line boat tour to see the Statue of Liberty. Then we split up and my mom went to two museums while I kept my reservation for lunch at Gotham Grill (the seabass was amazing).

New York City, December 3-6, 2012

That same evening, I met up with colleagues for a drink as they arrived into town and then next morning started early with meetings.

I wanted my mom to really have a NYC experience - lots of walking, crazy cab ride, subway ride, good food, broadway show - and I think I succeeded in putting together an itinerary that was entertaining, touristy with a touch of local flare, and manageable. I can't wait to go back! I love visiting New York City!

Our Shows in NYC, December 2012
Monday
Dec172012

Hosting A Gingerbread House Decorating Party

I had had gingerbread house making/decorating on my mind for this year when I decided to expand it beyond just Mateo and Harper and have some of their friends over to participate, as well. We invited a few of their classmates this past weekend for a morning of gingerbread house decorating, breakfast, and a screening of Frosty The Snowman. And since I knew it would be the morning after two evenings of holiday parties, I made it a pajama party that way there would be little expectation of my presentability among the parents, and because it would make it easier on the parents to just scoop up their kids with bedhead and pj's and bring them over. Also, when I sent the invitation out, I said "and drop your kids off for two hours...", giving them the gift of a couple hours of reading a paper over coffee or running errands - alone - because I'm awesome.

I used the same recipe as the one I posted two years ago, but I modified the royal icing to make it fully edible by using meringue powder instead of egg whites.

So that I didn't have to work too hard at any one time, I split the preparation up over five days. I know. Yes. Five. But it really did work. I didn't get to get started until after the kids were in bed, around 8:30 each evening, but was typically wrapped up, including cleanup, by about 10:00.

Day 1 was for making the gingerbread, Day 2 was for cutting the house pieces and then baking them, Day 3 was for making royal icing and putting the houses together. Mr. Jingle's was holding one of the houses together the next morning, obviously having been a big help during the night. The kids were VERY excited about this.

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Day 4 was for getting all the candy at the dollar store. Day 5 was for putting my own house together that I had designed separately, and also for making trees (upside down sugar cones with royal icing dyed green and some powdered sugar on top) and firewood bundles (pretzel sticks wrapped with twin). Because Pinterest is evil and I had time on my hands with the kids asleep and Jennifer out studying for a Chemistry final.

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The night before the party, Jennifer and I unwrapped the candies and laid them out in bowls on the table.

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The morning of the party, I stole away to get some kolaches for the kids. Jennifer had already bought orange juice and milk. Our three guests arrived promptly at 9:00 a.m., and all five kids played upstairs for a few minutes before herding to the table to decorate. I had contemplated preparing a bag of royal icing for each child, but I am glad that I only had one - for me - to dispense for these 3 to 5 year olds.

Each child had their own ideas of how their house should be decorated so I dutifully placed the icing where they called for it to be. They asked if they could eat the candy, and surprisingly, when I said "no, but I will let you eat two pieces when we're done decorating", they were okay with that. Weird!

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After decorating, each child washed hands and went back upstairs to play for about 10 minutes while I prepped breakfast and the movie. By then, I had five hungry little kids on my hands (Jennifer was at the Houston Texans game watching them win the AFC South title!) so Frosty and kolaches were well timed.

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In all, it went like this:

Kids play upstairs - 10-15 minutes
Decorate gingerbread houses - 40-50 minutes
Wash hands and play upstairs while I prep breakfast and cleanup table - 10-15 minutes
Eat breakfast on palate while watching a Christmas show/houses drying - 30 minutes
Playtime until parents pick up - 10-20 minutes

Five on one was manageable, though I could have had a couple more without much issue. I wouldn't have more than eight, though, at once. Not unless I could set up tables outside. I absolutely look forward to doing this again next year!

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