Thank you so much for sharing this encouraging story. And for the focus on light. I just read 2 morning devotions from the book of John, Chapter 1 with a focus on Jesus birth and Him being the light of the world.
I commend you for persevering and continuing to show up in the midst of ongoing grief and how shocking and bizarre our kids who are bent on transitioning look to us. And praise God for the softening in your situation regarding your child’s attitude toward the funny family
Living in the Christmas past is what will have to be my future. Trying to find a way to deal. Thank you for these sentiments. They ring true for me as well.
We were, there each year a new ornament found its way on the tree, the stereotypical things our children were into. And some random quirky things, behaviors or holiday struggles that had that year. The happy memories, hugs and kisses. The shopping for what they wanted and the look on their face when they got it. The time there was no pretending and they showed us every raw feeling they had. We were there.
We were there, we know the truth. I’m nurturing the truth. I look at the ornaments this year and I know what happened and who lied and who harmed our children. They must be stopped, the truth must be told.
Our kids didn’t do this. They didn’t deserve this.
So sorry to hear what you're going through. You are not alone. Christmas has been a time of emptiness for the past 4 years. We continue to celebrate the season with the hope that one day our son will realize he didn't need to do hormones and surgery to love himself.
I’m so very sorry. I understand very well The ghost of Christmas past. my son decided that he was trans at 27 and he is 33 now. When I hang the little handcrafted ornaments on the tree or little pictures of him as a little boy- that is truth and that is how I strike back at the darkness. He is my son and always will be and I pray for his healing. He is caught in the horrible tangled sticky Ideology that the trans movement promotes. His story is not over and I believe in a God of miracles and Jesus Christ, who came to set us free from sin. I do not call my son by his “new name”and I always refer to him as my son. In his presence, I simply avoid using a name, but call him sweetheart, babe, honey…. terms of endearment. I am one of the lucky ones. We still have a relationship, although I’m very careful with our conversation and it remains far more surface. We speak about once a week and he knows I love him with all of my heart and he tells me he loves me. Right now I am so grateful for that and it’s pretty amazing since I am not affirming. Prayer is powerful, and until my last breath, that is what I will be doing praying that he comes to his senses. that his eyes will be opened and that he will be released from this ugly web that has deceived him.
Wow. 41. This ideology doesn't discriminate, does it. I am in awe of your ability to reframe the situation so well. I am working on this too. I watched a video yesterday by a Catholic priest who talked about how God gives us gifts in our lives (and he mentioned children specifically) but that sometimes we have to hand those gifts back over to God, and we need to be grateful for the time that we have been able to enjoy that gift. It's very much the attitude you display in your piece. Thank you for the inspiration and Merry Christmas.
Cult members hold Christmas memories too but they follow the cult mandate to suppress and manipulate narratives for industry gain. They are led by lies. I pray those memories some day haunt them enough to return to truth. Merry Christmas!
Having a son or daughter who is a “transformer,” no matter what age they do it, is like witnessing a kind of suicide. We feel we’ve lost our 30 year old son to suicide. He has killed the man we thought he was and has removed himself from our lives so that we do not see him anymore. Just as if he had died. It brings a kind of sadness that accompanies death and yet there is that glimmer of hope that he will come back to us, “clothed and in his right mind.”
When he called to tell his younger brother he was trans our youngest asked him a question... Did you kill my brother? His response...No this is only a mask! How insane this is! At some level he knows and yet continues...I worked in mental health and yet I still don't understand it!
Sorry for your estrangement - five years for us. I LOVE the analogy of transformers!! And it’s apt for many of the boys who loved transformers growing up. Peace and strength to you!
My son decided to transition at 28 and I got a nasty text message from him on Christmas eve three years ago, which marked the beginning of our estrangement. It used to be one of my favorite days of the year. Now it's melancholic, to say the least.
I keep hoping this too shall pass, one way or another. Ghosts of Christmas Past is apt.
May you feel the love of the Father as you wait for his perfect work of renewing your son's mind. And may we wait not in despair, but in HOPE, because He alone is able to accomplish it!
Every year the ornaments testify to my daughter’s feminine beautiful heart. I’m thankful for the sweet times, tearful every Christmas.
She’s coming out of the fog of estrangement, and our relationship is sweetened again, but my lovely girl with a beard & physical struggles is hard to overlook. It’s been almost 10 years since she digressed, and the relationship that took her down the dark hole is over. Thank God. However it is she, not the other girl who bears the scars in her body/soul.
She has found herself attracted to a man, who amazingly sees through the outside & loves her. I don’t know what the future holds, but these precious ones are somehow navigating something together that is an answer to a Momma’s prayer.
This Christmas I am filled with joy & thankfulness that relationship is restored and we chat and laugh again. She recently asked me to buy her some dresses & a wig (so much hair loss) & in her own way I feel she trying to find her way back. She was handing me trust to help her find a style…
I wasn’t yelled at for sending a funny family photo, & she was thankful to remember the fun moment. God truly is good & our prayers are heard. Love prevails. Hold fast..Don’t be afraid to sit with the memories, and give them to God. I allow myself to grieve, but I’m thankful for the good parts & it is much more powerful, as is accepting what I cannot change, trusting my Creator to guide her path. After all, know our children, and they are gifts from His Love❤️ Our hearts bear witness yo this as parents.
Merry Christmas!!
may joy with all of its strength overwhelm all of our hearts.
Right here with you. Estrangement has lifted since my daughter has emerged from an unhealthy relationship. We laugh, have fun, and have increasingly deeper talks. She’s is still stuck in ideology, but her personality and feminine style are slowly returning in spite of beard, in spite of physical ailments. It’s like I’m conducting my own observational study. I’m fascinated, bewildered and bemused and present for all of it.
Thank you so much for sharing this encouraging story. And for the focus on light. I just read 2 morning devotions from the book of John, Chapter 1 with a focus on Jesus birth and Him being the light of the world.
I commend you for persevering and continuing to show up in the midst of ongoing grief and how shocking and bizarre our kids who are bent on transitioning look to us. And praise God for the softening in your situation regarding your child’s attitude toward the funny family
memory.
Thank you again for sharing hope!
Living in the Christmas past is what will have to be my future. Trying to find a way to deal. Thank you for these sentiments. They ring true for me as well.
We were, there each year a new ornament found its way on the tree, the stereotypical things our children were into. And some random quirky things, behaviors or holiday struggles that had that year. The happy memories, hugs and kisses. The shopping for what they wanted and the look on their face when they got it. The time there was no pretending and they showed us every raw feeling they had. We were there.
We were there, we know the truth. I’m nurturing the truth. I look at the ornaments this year and I know what happened and who lied and who harmed our children. They must be stopped, the truth must be told.
Our kids didn’t do this. They didn’t deserve this.
So sorry to hear what you're going through. You are not alone. Christmas has been a time of emptiness for the past 4 years. We continue to celebrate the season with the hope that one day our son will realize he didn't need to do hormones and surgery to love himself.
I’m so very sorry. I understand very well The ghost of Christmas past. my son decided that he was trans at 27 and he is 33 now. When I hang the little handcrafted ornaments on the tree or little pictures of him as a little boy- that is truth and that is how I strike back at the darkness. He is my son and always will be and I pray for his healing. He is caught in the horrible tangled sticky Ideology that the trans movement promotes. His story is not over and I believe in a God of miracles and Jesus Christ, who came to set us free from sin. I do not call my son by his “new name”and I always refer to him as my son. In his presence, I simply avoid using a name, but call him sweetheart, babe, honey…. terms of endearment. I am one of the lucky ones. We still have a relationship, although I’m very careful with our conversation and it remains far more surface. We speak about once a week and he knows I love him with all of my heart and he tells me he loves me. Right now I am so grateful for that and it’s pretty amazing since I am not affirming. Prayer is powerful, and until my last breath, that is what I will be doing praying that he comes to his senses. that his eyes will be opened and that he will be released from this ugly web that has deceived him.
Wow. 41. This ideology doesn't discriminate, does it. I am in awe of your ability to reframe the situation so well. I am working on this too. I watched a video yesterday by a Catholic priest who talked about how God gives us gifts in our lives (and he mentioned children specifically) but that sometimes we have to hand those gifts back over to God, and we need to be grateful for the time that we have been able to enjoy that gift. It's very much the attitude you display in your piece. Thank you for the inspiration and Merry Christmas.
Cult members hold Christmas memories too but they follow the cult mandate to suppress and manipulate narratives for industry gain. They are led by lies. I pray those memories some day haunt them enough to return to truth. Merry Christmas!
Having a son or daughter who is a “transformer,” no matter what age they do it, is like witnessing a kind of suicide. We feel we’ve lost our 30 year old son to suicide. He has killed the man we thought he was and has removed himself from our lives so that we do not see him anymore. Just as if he had died. It brings a kind of sadness that accompanies death and yet there is that glimmer of hope that he will come back to us, “clothed and in his right mind.”
When he called to tell his younger brother he was trans our youngest asked him a question... Did you kill my brother? His response...No this is only a mask! How insane this is! At some level he knows and yet continues...I worked in mental health and yet I still don't understand it!
I’m so sorry
Sorry for your estrangement - five years for us. I LOVE the analogy of transformers!! And it’s apt for many of the boys who loved transformers growing up. Peace and strength to you!
My son decided to transition at 28 and I got a nasty text message from him on Christmas eve three years ago, which marked the beginning of our estrangement. It used to be one of my favorite days of the year. Now it's melancholic, to say the least.
I keep hoping this too shall pass, one way or another. Ghosts of Christmas Past is apt.
May you feel the love of the Father as you wait for his perfect work of renewing your son's mind. And may we wait not in despair, but in HOPE, because He alone is able to accomplish it!
Amen! I rise every morning praying for the thousands to return! For true transformation of hearts and minds 🙏💕
Every year the ornaments testify to my daughter’s feminine beautiful heart. I’m thankful for the sweet times, tearful every Christmas.
She’s coming out of the fog of estrangement, and our relationship is sweetened again, but my lovely girl with a beard & physical struggles is hard to overlook. It’s been almost 10 years since she digressed, and the relationship that took her down the dark hole is over. Thank God. However it is she, not the other girl who bears the scars in her body/soul.
She has found herself attracted to a man, who amazingly sees through the outside & loves her. I don’t know what the future holds, but these precious ones are somehow navigating something together that is an answer to a Momma’s prayer.
This Christmas I am filled with joy & thankfulness that relationship is restored and we chat and laugh again. She recently asked me to buy her some dresses & a wig (so much hair loss) & in her own way I feel she trying to find her way back. She was handing me trust to help her find a style…
I wasn’t yelled at for sending a funny family photo, & she was thankful to remember the fun moment. God truly is good & our prayers are heard. Love prevails. Hold fast..Don’t be afraid to sit with the memories, and give them to God. I allow myself to grieve, but I’m thankful for the good parts & it is much more powerful, as is accepting what I cannot change, trusting my Creator to guide her path. After all, know our children, and they are gifts from His Love❤️ Our hearts bear witness yo this as parents.
Merry Christmas!!
may joy with all of its strength overwhelm all of our hearts.
Right here with you. Estrangement has lifted since my daughter has emerged from an unhealthy relationship. We laugh, have fun, and have increasingly deeper talks. She’s is still stuck in ideology, but her personality and feminine style are slowly returning in spite of beard, in spite of physical ailments. It’s like I’m conducting my own observational study. I’m fascinated, bewildered and bemused and present for all of it.
Gosh that sounds hard. And thank you for sharing. Merry Christmas to you
Thank you for sharing a story of hope. As you know, estranged parents of “trans” kids don’t see many of these stories. Merry Christmas!
So happy for you!!!!
Wishing you strength, grace, and a small miracle.