This morning 5 1/2 year old Lucy told me about a kid in her class who told her last week that a woman can’t marry a woman. Just as she did in preschool and daycare, she said that she told her friend that’s not true because her mommy and momma are married and she was at their wedding and that she knows marriage is between two adults, a woman and a woman, or a woman and a man, or a man and a man. She said that her friend told her that her parents’ marriage is not legal, and, this morning, she said, “I know you’re married, and it is legal, right?”
I simply said yes, your parents are legally married. Otherwise, I would’ve answered her with all of the complications that involve lack of equal rights for our family. Sure, it’s legal here in California, a handful of other states, and a short list of countries. No, it’s not legal according to our country’s federal government, a long list of other states, and a long list of other countries.
The first time, that I know of, that she ever responded to the question of why she doesn’t have a dad, or the challenge of “a woman can’t marry a woman,” was when she was a toddler in daycare and one of her friends asked her why she doesn’t have a dad. She was barely 2 years old, if that, and she told her friend “I have a mommy, momma, and wanda, and you have a mommy, daddy, and dog, and you are missing a momma and a wanda and I am missing a daddy and a dog, so everyone’s missing something.”
Sometime last fall or winter, when Moya and I were in Lucy’s classroom, one of her classmates asked us if we were sisters or cousins. We said, no, we’re married to each other, we aren’t sisters or cousins. The kid responded with surprise, “no way! Two women can get married?!” We shrugged and said yes and left it at that. The kid seemed happy to know it was a possibility.
I’m glad that Lucy’s figured out on her own to stand up for herself and answer questions about her family as though she’s simply reporting on the weather and I hope she always feels that confident about her family.