When my daughter announced to my granddaughter, "Grandpa and Doug are getting married," my granddaughter asked, "Oh? Who are they marrying?" My daughter responded that we were marrying each other. After a beat, my granddaughter said, "That's weird." Then, after another pause, she asked, "Will there be cake?"
I can't fault my granddaughter for thinking same-sex marriage is weird; when I first heard several years ago that same-sex marriage was being proposed in Massachusetts, even though I had been "out" for many years, I thought it was pretty weird, too. No reference point existed for this significant social change.
All that my granddaughter needed was reassurance that our marriage was about a public statement of love and commitment -- and about cake -- and that her world wouldn't change. Doug and I had been together 23 years, so he'd been a part of my grandchildren's lives since they were born. The only comment I'd ever heard from my grandchildren that questioned our relationship was once when one of them said, "I didn't know two grown men sleep together."
Complete article at Huffington Post : http://huff.to/e6u128