My son is the best thing that ever happened to me. And through me - to a lot of people.
Would you deny your son or your daughter the ecstasy of finding someone to love?
I have a son, who is my heart. A wonderful young man, daring and loving and strong and kind.
My greatest blessing has been the birth of my son. My next greatest blessing has been my ability to turn people into children of mine.
A story went the rounds about a San Franciscan white matron who refused to sit beside a Negro civilian on the streetcar, even after he made room for her on the seat. Her explanation was that she would not sit beside a draft dodger who was a Negro as well. She added that the least he could do was fight for his country the way her son was fighting on Iwo Jima. The story said that the man pulled his body away from the window to show an armless sleeve. He said quietly and with great dignity, "Then ask your son to look around for my arm, which I left over there.
My great blessing is my son, but I have daughters. I have white ones and Black ones and fat ones and thin ones and pretty ones and plain. I have gay ones and straight. I have daughters. I have Asian ones, I have Jewish ones, I have Muslim ones.
