The most wonderful six-year-old gay boy on the train tonight. Yes. This delight of a young man was out and proud. And barefoot. He sported a long thread of silver pearls around his neck, and a t-shirt in rainbow colors, as he swung from the overhead hand bars, and spun on the floor poles. His mother, and a younger brother were in tow. The mom looking quite spun out -- considering the energy of the one boy, and the voluminous crying of the other, she earned her seat on the train. But it was so very evident that this was a completely loving trio. At one point the boy in the pearls was bouncing around the seats and he and his brother were trying to steal a toy out of each others hands. The other boy pulled it away and started to use it as a stethoscope on his mom: Lets check your heart, he said. And all the time the mother smiling as she tried to text on her phone, her hands never far from touching them and assuring them she was there. The boy with the pearls started a kind of twerking dance motion, which made a few of us in the car laugh; he never stopped talking either. And such a smile on him. At one point he looked in his reflection in the window and I swear this child knew phrases from Gone With the Wind. He was just so happy and so himself. And his mother completely was with him. When the train lurched once, he grabbed on to his mother and said, breathlessly -- That was close!. A young black woman across from me and I met each others eyes and just chuckled. His brother was having none of it; he kept sniffling and fake crying and trying to get his mothers attention. They were all over her, and all she kept doing was holding them at certain points to make sure they wouldnt fall, or she was holding them and urging them to be quiet. When the boy in the silver pearls then started rearranging his mothers hair, saying This is just not right, I almost lost it. Too funny and too real and too wonderful. Here were three loving beings, in the company of familiarity and love. And us, the audience, completely captivated by this young man dancing and singing and swinging from the bars. I loved him. I thought, Kid if you are this proud of who you are now, you are going to have one damn good life, no matter what. They got off at my stop at 242nd St., and they went one way and I went the other. I heard the boy in the pearls say, Mom, that was such a long ride, wasnt it. I bless that child, his mother and his brother. To see such love and affection and self affirmation in one so young was completely heart-opening to me. Hes gonna make it.
Posted on: Sat, 23 Aug 2014 02:41:50 +0000
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