I'm always eager to hop on a Hollywood trend. So with the success of Modern Family, The Kids Are All Right winning big at the Golden Globes and celebrity gays and lesbians suddenly all having children, I decided I should try becoming a dad myself.
Job One: Finding another guy to raise a kid with. And then a visit to the Pop Luck Club, a group of gay dads and their kids, then helped me devise...
Job Two: Find a co-dad who will do most of the child-rearing. Because apparently it's a lot of work.
Fascinating, isn't it, that being referred to as a "gay dad" has the ability to enhance the connection I have with other parents -- gay or straight -- or the ability to completely disregard my parenting skills based solely on the false ideology that homosexuality is wrong.
Nobody would ever ask a biological mom how much her out-of-pocket expenses were for a week of neonatal ICU for her preemie. But let anyone know you adopted or used a gestational surrogate or egg donor, and people feel entitled to ask the price tag.
I thought my kids were ready for school. They were armed with ready answers about why they had two dads and what adoption means. But I was wrong. They were not ready. Perhaps more accurately, I was not ready.