I Am Me

I am me.
I wonder what this means to you?
I hear you.
I see you.
I want you to hear me and see me, too.
I am me.

I pretend as little as I’m able.
I feel you know this about me, already?
I touch the soft hair of my little boys and I kiss the tops of their heads.
I worry they won’t know how much I love them.
I sadden to think others won’t love them as much as I do.
I am me.

I understand the world is a complex place.
I dream that some day, people will celebrate its differences.
I try to help make this happen.
I say, “See my life? It’s not so very different from yours, after all.”
I hope you hear me.
I am the voice of my son, until he has words of his own.

by Jennifer
Mom to Carter, Avery and Bennett