Today I took Narina to visit some very special friends down in Brighton. It just so happens to be Pride weekend. One thing I regret about living in such a rural area is the lack of diversity. It is a very white, very straight area. To watch crowds of same sex couples of all colours holding hands, kissing, wearing next to nothing and celebrating is something I have always liked. To see my daughter wave at the floats of people driving by was like a dream come true. Is it cliche how much I use that phrase in respect to my experiences as a mother? In reality my life as a mother is a dream come true. But to me the fact that at nearly 2 years of age she has been part of something important is truly fulfilling.
A celebration of diversity. A festival of love. An openness about sexual expression.
This is what I want her to grow up knowing as a few of the pillars in life.