postcard to a mother I never had
(Written after reading Phyllis Chesler's “Letters to a Young Feminist”, Letter Twenty-two: Letter to a young feminist, who happens to be a man, who happens to be my son.)
You're stronger than I thought. I have been delusional and ignorant to think you were weak. Forgive me for that.
You took a great risk to love me the way you did. I'm grateful for that.
Why is it that boys leave their mothers in trying to become men?
But you wonder if I would take a different path from other men.
I am foolish but I have wise friends. We're so close, my friends say, “I'm your sister”, and then nag me to prove it. I can't go too far off the right path if I take their advice. Assuming I take their advice. Just kidding.
Will I ever understand you, and you me? But what is this love that transcends language?
I know you love me.
I know you'll give me your blessing, if I ask you for it.
I want to emulate my father. We're a happy family, just the three of us.
I'm your son, I can't help but become like you. And it is your strength and wisdom that I wish to inherit.
I got to go now, can't talk more. See you again in Paradise of God, where no one can separate us.