So it looks like the marriage equality postal survey has been returned by almost 11 million Australians; but is that because we’re embracing the chance to have our say on the issue, or because we’ve jumped at the chance to do weird old-timey stuff like open letters, use a pen, and put something in a post box?
If you’re anything like me, the latter was a huge part of your excitement in participating, so naturally I had to involve my ten-year-old in the process. (Playing a small part in changing the course of history of human rights in Australia was awesome, but let’s face it, so not the point.) We had a long discussion on the pertinent facts (of how the mail system works, not marriage equality), and only briefly mentioned that we both don’t care about who loves whom, because it’s such a non-issue.
Using an Ansett biro I found from 1999, I then ticked the box, let my kid sniff and lick the glue on the self-sealing envelope/Neolithic artefact, and then proceeded to drive past 100 mail boxes before remembering I had something to post.
The 5 stages of voting: 1. Intense pleasure at being part of making history with, and for, the next generation. 2. Listen proudly to your kid’s opinion: “What’s the big deal mum, a boy loves a boy and a girl loves a girl, like literally, it doesn’t matter.” 3. Explain you need to tick the box, but he can lick the envelope – and when he has licked off half the glue, ask “Can you do anything like a normal person?” 4. Victory 5. Victory dab #voteyes #marriageequality ????????????????✌????
That night as I tucked my dear angelic child into bed, I suddenly remembered something very important that I’d neglected to say. I told him, “I will be furious if you ever have to come out to me.”
You read that right. You see, he’s young now, but one day he might learn things about himself, and if he sits me down to make some nervous declaration about his sexuality, fearful of my rejection, I will lose it.
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Because if I’ve been parenting right, he should know that I would never want him to be uncomfortable with his identity because of me.
I’m just a regular mum, who thinks her kid is the greatest thing since The Oprah Winfrey Show like all mums do. I adore him, and I respect him. We are super close. So if I discover he’s had to carefully think about how to come out to me – rehearse the words, choose the timing, tweet anxiously about my possible negative reaction – I’ll be heartbroken. And I’ll know I’ve failed.