Holidays

Holidays are somewhat bittersweet.  I'm sure I'm not alone in this.  I am vey excited that my grown children will come to spend a week or so back home with us. Unfortunately, with all of the joys of the holidays, poor Katie must go back in the closet.  While it took a lot to come out to my wife about my crossdressing; I'm not ready to come out to my children.  

They know me as "dad" ... the guy who taught them to ride bikes, to fish, to skate and camp and all the other things "dads" do.  They know me as the guy who coached their hockey teams and rollerbladed in the street with them. They know me as the guy in the flannel shirt with the chain saw or the tool belt who can build anything.  Some may say that a lot of that was macho compensation for my feminine side.  But to me it was just being a part of their lives and helping them grow to the great individuals they have become.  

While I would love for them to know the whole me, I know there is a chance they might reject me ... something I couldn't bear.  So Katie will go quietly back to her closet for a couple weeks for now so that I will remian "dad" to my kids.