From Momastery, a really beautiful letter from the mother we all wish we had, to her son.
Excerpt:
And I don’t mean, Chase, that we would be tolerant of you and your sexuality. If our goal is to be tolerant of people who are different than we are, Chase, than we really are aiming quite low. Traffic jams are to be tolerated. People are to be celebrated.
Great.
Besides being the song that I can’t get out of my head for hours when I hear it, it’s going to be even harder now:
And I sacrificed my “No Glee Until I Can See Them All In Order” rule to do this. Why the rule? I don’t like to miss anything (I always go to the bathroom before a movie and couldn’t imagine leaving a show in progress- unless Liza was outside asking for me). Also, I had group when it premiered (and no DVR) so I’ll do what I always do- live vicariously through The Ken- who lets me know that I’m still missing something worth seeing without giving anything away, and then I’ll watch them all on DVD.
I know. But it works for me….
From Eternity To Here 