As an adolescent, my son Greg Jr. and I would frequently have conflicts and in most cases, it was always over the same issue, follow-through. It could be forgetting to cut the lawn, pick up his room, forgetting his homework etc. At some point, I convinced myself that it was plain and simple rebellion on Greg’s behalf. It seemed if I wanted something done Greg was determined that he wasn’t going to do it. I remember my temper flying with raised voice and Greg growing increasingly quiet. My confrontations were placing a big wedge in our relationship.
Sometimes circumstances beyond our control force us to make choices that we never thought we would have to make. As a parent, I was no stranger to making difficult choices on behalf of my family. Candidly, I believed that I was doing a pretty good job as a parent. However, several months after I learned that Greg Jr. was gay I found myself paralyzed by a choice I never thought I would have to make. I was afraid that I would have to choose between loving God or loving my gay son. At this point you may be asking yourself, “Why in the world would she feel she needed to choose between them?”