My Love Is Blind To Your Body

I named your body, you name your self.

The name I gave my child belongs to their body and my idea of who they are, who they might become.

As much as I would like to believe otherwise I have no way of knowing them, all the depths and nuances of their evolving nature. I can’t because so much of who we are is unspoken. Existing in the quiet thoughts and feelings we hold inside. A felt experience we share with so few throughout our lives.

So, I hold the intention not to impose my hubris on to them, and allow as much room as possible for expansion, for changes of direction, and the hopeful knowledge that my love does not come with caveats.

You do not need to be the gender assigned to you at birth, nor any of the prescribed ideas that come with that label. I knew you and loved you completely before that label was given.

We had time together, just you and I. Months where our relationship was not bound by the separation of your body and mine. In my inability to see you, I grew to love the person I felt. That is the true you and can never be boxed into meaningless labels created by those outside of you.

You are my child. You carry a part of me everywhere you go. The further you walk into your future the thinner the thread, but rest assured it will never break.

You are my child. Yet you are your own person.

You define your own boundaries, you alone will make the decisions that will unfold your unique path before you.

I will stand here, always. And one day when I can stand no more, our relationship will return to the unseen but forever felt love, that holds you without expectation.

My lips say your name, but my heart sings to yours.