“Well, I guess I should tell you.”
“Tell me what, Mom?”
“I know you won’t be in town Dear, but I should tell you that your father and I are having a Christmas party for our old friends.”
“That sounds nice. You guys like to entertain. Am I missing something?”
(This social group of my parent’s has been around since all of their kids were young, much like my Gourmet Club, but 30 years into the future.)
“We were all together to celebrate Cathy’s remission from cancer and I announced our plan for the party,” my mother continued.
“Uh huh,” I said, focusing on the fact that my parents still socialize with these old friends.
“Anyway, you know about Jill, right?”
“Remind me, Mom.”
“Jill announced that she is gay a little while ago. Remember? Anyway, she just married her partner and they are living in San Francisco.”
“That’s so nice. I am glad she found someone.”
Her voice shot up an octave, as if she had doubted how I would feel about a gay marriage. (I guess that topic doesn't comes up frequently with my mother.)
“Exactly! I agree. Anyway, her parents were being, well, a little nasty about it. They stopped talking to her when she announced she was gay. And, when they found out that we knew, they stopped talking to the rest of us too.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear about that. They will regret estranging their daughter like that.”
“We all thought so too. Jill is an adult. She’s an honest, confident professional who has made a commitment to her partner. They act like she’s some sort of criminal. We are all pretty mad about it. I mean, we all just want our kids to be good people with happy lives. This is 2008, not 1960. Anyway, I am sure there are exceptions, but I think most people are just born gay or not gay, it’s just whether or not they feel comfortable enough to express it.”
“That is really a shame that her parents are shunning her.”
“So, when I announced the party, one of my other friends said that Jill and her partner will be in town over Christmas (but not at the parent’s house). She suggested that we have a reception for the new couple.”
“So, you’re hosting a lesbian wedding reception? My conservative Republican parents are hosting a lesbian wedding reception? I love it!”
“Well, yes. . . . . That is right. Jill and her partner are very touched.”
“I think that’s really nice. That whole group was at my wedding. You should celebrate their wedding too. Um, but what about Jill’s parents?”
“Yeah, I called Jill’s mom to invite her.”
“How did that go?”
“She was upset at first. But, in the end she said that they will come and even asked why everyone is making such a big deal out of it (as if she hasn’t stopped talking to everyone).”
“Well, let her save face. Anyway, if she sees that everyone else is accepting of her daughter, maybe she will be too. Seriously, this is really nice of you guys to bring everyone back together.”
“We were all pretty upset about it. Someone said they are talking about maybe having kids.” She shifted a little, her body admitting to a little discomfort with the idea that her voice did not betray.
By the way, Mom, if you think people are just born that way, it seems odd to me that there aren’t any gay people in our family. Even if its genetic, I would think there would be one at least.
I leaned over to refill my mother’s glass of wine.
“You mean, I never told you about Uncle Fancypants??”