My last weekend home before returning to college Natalie spent the weekend at my house. The weekend was full of surreptitious caresses and heated glances so no one would know. There was one member of my family who could know about us, my infant niece. I remember her sitting in her high chair and laughing at us while she banged her spoon on the tray. The first person to know about Natalie and I was my niece. I cannot comment on how knowing about her lesbians aunts since infancy has affected her. I hope it has made her a more accepting of people as a whole and that she passes those feelings on to her children. I hope for a whole generation of children to think it is okay to have two aunts or two uncles.
|My niece in her high chair with my parents, 1985|