So my wife and I have been trying to work through the practicality of me coming out. She’s been having trouble perceiving me as female, which, like, I still have a beard, so I get it. She’s bi, but also believes that homosexuality is a sin, so she’s been trying to work though what we would look like. I’ve been trying to break apart the rigid gender roles a bit, and told her last night that I don’t mind our kids calling me “dad” even if I go full fem, I have no problem with she/her/dad. Like, I’m the sperm donor, not the one who carried them for nine months. She thought that was great and asked about husband, because she really would rather have a husband than a wife. I told her that I’d really prefer wife, as husband is rather ick for me, so we are still working on that point.
Long preamble, sorry, but this morning as we were telling each other about our dreams last night and our visions for the future, she said “I envision myself in the future with my husband, and she’s beautiful”
I think that’s the first time I’ve been gendered correctly by my wife, and it feels so good. I think we are going to make it. I’m going to have my kayak and heat it too. I’ll be able to transition without losing those closest to me. My vision of the future has never looked so bright, growing into old ladies together and showing people with our lives that “Queer Christians” is not an oxymoron.
Neither of my moms birthed us and that doesn’t make them any less of moms. And we don’t even talk to the person who birthed us (we probably have talked to our formally anonymous sperm donor more recently and are on better terms with him). You shouldn’t let irrelevant things make you feel like you are less of a mom. If its a compromise for your children, that seems like a good enough reason to accept “dad”, but you shouldn’t feel like you would be an imposter (or you should at least realize those feelings aren’t rational).