There was a time that I thought that tolerance was the goal. I used the word freely. “Awareness,” I would say in the first speech I ever gave, “leads to tolerance.”
And then I began to understand that no one in this life is looking to be “tolerated.” Because, you see, to tolerate means to “allow the existence, occurrence, or practice of (something that one does not necessarily like or agree with) without interference.” No human being should have as their goal being allowed to exist despite, well, anything.
So I began to change my language. I began to say that awareness leads to understanding and understanding leads to acceptance. Because acceptance means “the action or process of being received as adequate or suitable, typically to be admitted into a group,” and wasn’t that what we were going for? Being included? Welcomed? Valued?
And yet .. “adequate?” Is that the end goal? To be deemed adequate? It still wasn’t enough. I’m a mom, you see. And any mom, any parent, will tell you that their child is far, far more than adequate. My children, just like yours, are the most fabulous, unique, wondrous creatures on earth. They ain’t “adequate.”
And so I dared to change my language again. To push just one step further. “I believe,” I wrote in a letter to our President, “in an America where every single human being is not just tolerated but valued, supported and celebrated.”
Valued, supported and celebrated.
That was it.
That was the formula that I began to strive for:
Awareness –> Understanding –> Value –> Support –> Celebration.
And this is what it looks like.
On Tuesday night, we went to my cousin’s wedding celebration. As soon as Brooke saw the dance floor, she announced that she was going to “dance on the stage.” Never mind that the music playing was soft dinner music and not dancing music. Never mind that everyone else was seated and no one was on the floor. Never mind that it’s just, ya know, not what people do. My kid was not to be deterred. She hit the floor and danced. She did ballet. She skittered across the floor on her toes and twirled with her arms over her head. She squealed with delight as she ran on her tiptoes, then put her palms together and bowed into a deep plie. She was deliriously happy.
I glanced at the next table and saw my cousin, my grown-man, brother-of-the-groom cousin, watching her and wiping away tears. Ever so briefly, he caught me watching him watch her. We smiled at each other, then looked away just as fast – the emotion was too much. Later, he would tell me how moved he was watching her dance. How he understood that the movement quieted the noise for her. That her freedom in being who she was was one of the most incredible things he’d ever seen. That he envied her that freedom.
A few minutes later, the band of cousins would all march to the dance floor together. They would ask Brooke if they could join her. They would form a circle and, knowing her very favorite thing in all the world, ask if she wanted to play follow the leader. Six of them would follow my girl’s lead. And this is what it would look like when they did.
Follow the leader
You may need to click on the photo above in order to see Brooke. (She’s in the middle.) It’s worth it. She inserted herself into the center of the cousin hug. I can’t imagine any other scenario in which my child would happily be in the middle of a closed group of people. I don’t know how to convey just how extraordinary this is, or just how much it speaks to the immense trust she has for her extended family. You’ll just have to take my word for it. Credit for the one above goes to Luau, who was kind enough to stand on a chair to take it when his wife was shouting at him, “Get on a chair! Get on a chair! We HAVE to get this shot!” He’s kinda awesome like that.
Yesterday morning, I got a text from the groom. Not the same cousin I mentioned above, but his brother. He was kind enough to let me share it with you, even though it will out him for the big mush that he really is. 🙂
This, my friends, is what the formula looks like.
It looks like what I wish for the bride and groom – A life in which they value and support one another. A life lived as an unabashed celebration — of each other and of the life that they will create together. A life of freedom to be themselves. A life of laughter and fun. A life of love.
Because truly, what I wish for my daughter is what I wish for us all.
And it’s a lot more than being tolerated.
Huge thanks to my family for .. well, all of it. The very least being use of the photos, but I appreciate that too. I love you guys dearly and I am so grateful that you’re mine.