My Birthday Wish for my Nephew

Today is my nephew’s 19^th birthday.

I distinctly remember the day he was born and how excited I was for my sister and brother-in-law to finally have a child.  His parents had a difficult time getting pregnant and struggled with fertility issues for years.  They sought countless specialists, drank herbal teas, took supplements and vitamins, and monitored their daily temperatures. They spent thousands of dollars to become parents, and finally the miracle of life touched their lives.

This sweet baby boy was a huge blessing from the start. He was the last baby boy born of my 7 nieces and nephews, and our families were close. My 16-year-old daughter and I were with him and his parents the first time he went to Disneyland at age 5 and we got to experience the magical moments of Disney through his eyes. He wanted to be an engineer and he dreamed about building the largest, tallest and fastest rollercoaster in the world!  He grew up to become a smart, gifted and talented young man who can play the cello, clarinet, and piano.

Then Covid happened and the world of isolation began, along with the influence of on-line trans-friendly websites, videos and chatrooms. I am deeply angry at the teacher who groomed him over the last several years of high school, who corresponded with him behind my sister’s back, and encouraged him to pursue the unrealistic belief that he was born in the wrong body. My nephew told his parents he wanted to become a lesbian. His grades began to slip and he lost interest in his academics. He slumped into depression and began to withdraw from his parents. He no longer was excited about going to college and eventually did not even apply. At graduation, the school used his new made-up name when it was time to receive his diploma. It felt like he had been stolen from us by his school.

How did this happen? My sister and her husband were not oblivious, uninvolved parents. They saw what was happening in real time and fought it with the love, support and coaching that only parents can give. And they did not support or encourage him in any way to transition. They went to therapists who did not affirm the transgender ideology. They did everything they could, setting strict ground rules about drugs in their home (dangerous hormones), creating a bubble of safety in their home for him to grow up and mature unharmed. A few months after he graduated from high school, he disappeared like a thief in the night. He packed up his instruments, clothing, and a few pictures while his parents were both at work. That was 6 months ago and we still do not know where he is living. His mother and father are devastated.

I am beyond angry at this world and especially the United States of America for allowing this fantasy to become normal and accepted. I do not want to play this pretend game or use pronouns or call my nephew by his new made-up name.

I do not want my nephew to take hormones or to become sterile or to suffer life-long health side-effects. Since we do not know where he is or who is in his social circle, we do not know if he has succumbed to the trans-cult pressure and is taking hormones trying to become a woman. All I know is that this world needs to wake-up and help these lost boys and girls who believe that God actually made a mistake and allowed the wrong person to be born in the wrong body.

After all my sister and brother-in-law went through to conceive this young man it was nothing more than a miracle. He was not a mistake. I just will never believe that. This trans-cult is now playing god and poisoning the minds of our innocent, talented, smart, and loving children.

Shame on the groomers, the teachers, the doctors, the therapists, the media, and the politicians for allowing this poison to be given to our children freely from places like Planned Parenthood.

My nephew has not communicated with his parents since he left home but he and I have kept in touch through a few texts as I gave him money for Christmas through Venmo and again for this birthday and he replied both times with a “thank you”.  I wished him Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, Happy Valentine’s Day, Happy St. Patrick’s Day, and now Happy Birthday through text messages without a reply.  

I will not give up on my nephew and I am asking for another miracle to save and protect him and to bring him home.  So, my birthday wish to my nephew is this:

“Happy 19^th Birthday dear Nephew – you are loved beyond measure and missed every day. May you dig deep to remember your roots, your childhood, and the wonderful moments that happened in your life. May you feel the tugging on your heart from the love that we are all sending your way on this special celebration of the day of your birth, one of the best days ever.”