As my inbox filled with supplemental essay drafts, and a letter of intent to his top choice college, I began to feel impatient for receipt of “the” essay. Eventually, an email arrived, subject line “Main Essay.”
His essay began with his great-grandmother’s appearance (my grandmother) at the Supreme Court to argue a case about foster care in 1974 and quickly moved to 2015, the April day Obergefell v. Hodges, the gay marriage case, was to be argued. My son was outside the Court, thanks to a well-timed college visit in D.C. The gist of his essay was about the sense of home he experienced in that exuberant crowd. His takeaway about belonging — to the queer community and to the world of activists and change makers unwilling to tolerate injustice when the potential to ask for a better world existed — affirmed him.
In the middle of his college application essay, filled with big ideas about a more ideal and just world, he came out. He came out to essay readers, and he came out to his parents — his line editors.
I flashed back to how insistent he’d been about this college visit, more focused on Tuesday’s rally than Monday’s tour. We’d questioned taking another day off from school right after spring vacation, but he refused to budge. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised at his insistence to witness it. The day same sex marriages became legal in Massachusetts my husband and I had taken him and his brother to City Hall before daycare. We’d wanted our kids to experience the day’s jubilance over a right we hoped would spread across the country. No one imagined just how quickly that might happen. So we agreed to the Tuesday in D.C.
That May morning years earlier, I’d breathed a tiny bit easier as I imagined what it might be like for my children to marry the person loved and chosen with legal protections in place. Among friends and neighbors, the mood was giddy. We hugged loads of people. There were balloons. The sun shone brightly. The air was cool, but not bracing. After dropping kids at daycare, I returned to City Hall. My best friend and I wound up at our friends’ wedding, witnesses along with their young twin boys. It was a moment.
My son wanted his moment. He sought it out; he drank it in. I wanted to focus on that, but he hadn’t asked me to chime in. He’d asked me to sift through stilted, earnest words he hoped would illustrate all that thoughtfulness and emotion, and those ideals he held with such deep conviction. I tried to excise cliché and rearrange a couple of paragraphs. As I did so, I stifled the urge to jot a note back in all caps (actually I wrote it then deleted the sentence: DID YOU MEAN TO COME OUT IN YOUR COLLEGE APPLICATION ESSAY?).
The hardest part about my son’s essay wasn’t the coming out. What hurt was his reluctance to tell us face to face. Because this news arrived so quietly and under deadline, I felt like I had to attend to the essay revision when instead, I wanted to say something. Or hug him, or get him a rainbow cake. I stuck to the task at hand, reluctant to risk derailing his progress if I responded in the wrong way just then. Besides, he wasn’t asking for his parents’ approval, something he knew he already had. I tried to take his lead.
Essay complete, we walked up the hill the next day again. “So?” I asked.
He explained that, “everyone knows” except of course, his parents. “It’s not really news,” he continued. “I don’t talk about real things with you,” he assured me.
“Ouch,” I replied. “I just want to say, even if you don’t want to talk about it, I’m here whenever you do. And it’s great news, even if it’s not news.”
I had to console myself with this: he did, in his way, tell us, and not in a mumble. He revealed to us how strongly he felt about his discovery of his place in the world. I hope and trust that no matter what the admissions people decide, he knows, as we do, what a brave and wondrous declaration it was, and is—and that although he might not profess to care, we heard him. Our response, if muted and cautious, came with love—and pride.
Sarah Werthan Buttenwieser is a writer and can be found on twitter @Standshadows.
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