05/09/2014 09:00 am ET Updated Dec 06, 2017

Waffles and Roller Coasters: Mother's Day Reflections by a Lesbian Mom

2014-05-06-waffles.jpgWhen I asked my son what he thought I should write about in a piece for Mother's Day, he said, "Tell them that having two moms is just like having two people of any kind take care of you, except it's more work on Mother's Day."

I'm a little worried, since at his current age we haven't even asked him to make us both breakfast in bed. I'm not seeing a lot of waffles in my future.

His comment got me thinking, though, about what it means to be a mother. For me, motherhood began with the birth of our son. For others, it may begin with fostering, adoption, or partnering with someone who has children from a previous relationship. And some may choose to use the title "mother" instead of "father" as part of accepting a female gender identity (although I also know transgender parents who continue to use their original parental titles even after transitioning).

But becoming a mother is only part of what it means to be a mother -- or a parent of any gender, for that matter. Raising a child involves caring, feeding, butt-wiping, guiding, motivating, listening, picking up after them, teaching them to pick up after themselves, and otherwise preparing these growing humans to become functioning members of society. If they learn to make waffles along the way, so much the better.

As my son explained to me when I asked what more I should tell my readers, "to be a parent of a child, you have to allow your child to make some choices, but you have to make some others. It's especially important that you be nice to your child and not mean; otherwise he or she will not grow up right."

I'm not sure if that last comment is a social observation or a threat, but I can't disagree with his overall assessment. Parenting is indeed largely a matter of nurturing and encouraging a child's growing independence while balancing it with a certain measure of adult wisdom and responsibility.

Of course, all that talk of wisdom and responsibility can make parenting seem like quite the dull chore. To me, however, one of the best parts of parenting is that it has given me an excuse to do many of the things I haven't done since I was a child -- visit children's museums, play on playgrounds, reread Dr. Seuss, make baking-soda-and-vinegar volcanoes in the kitchen. I could have done those things without having a child, to be sure, but the motivation wasn't there. Raising a child is a reminder not just to take responsibility but to get out and play, to wonder anew at how the world works, and to ask lots of questions.

And being a parent doesn't mean knowing all the answers -- just being willing to try to find them.

It also means being protective of our children. That protective instinct can manifest itself in various ways, from shooing a toddler away from the stairs to comforting a teen after heartbreak, but for me, it has also sharpened my desire for LGBT equality. I want equality not just for myself but to protect my son legally and financially. I want it so that he grows up proud to be a citizen of a country that respects all its people equally. I want policies, understanding, and inclusion in our schools, camps, sports teams, and other children's and youth programs to make sure he never feels he or his family are inferior.

Mother's Day and Father's Day, however, can seem designed to underscore that our families are different. Many LGBT parents have concerns about how schools will approach the events and whether they will, even unintentionally, make our children feel uncomfortable about their families.

However, they may also give us an excuse to have conversations with teachers and our children about our families, making the occasions into learning experiences rather than anxiety-producing ones.

There's also no reason we can't repurpose one or both of the holidays to fit our families, or use the entire time between the two days to celebrate each of the many people whom we call "family," including donors, surrogates, birth parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents of donors, etc. -- whatever works for our specific families. We can even make up our own traditions -- for example, have our kids create a hand-drawn family tree (or orchard) and hang one family member leaf on it each day between Mother's Day and Father's Day, or make a dinner that celebrates the heritage, geographic locations, or favorite foods of some of the people in our families.

Being a parent can sometimes seem like trying to juggle on a roller coaster. Being an LGBT parent can sometimes seem like trying to do so without the safety belt everyone else is wearing. But the experience is really not so different for any of us. It takes balance, flexibility, and nerves of steel. Sometimes you need to grab on to the people around you; sometimes they grab on to you. Sometimes you all throw your hands up into the air and yell. Mostly, though, you just enjoy the ride, even if you can't see what's coming around the next bend.

My son's final comment to me about this blog post was to note, "My mothers have also given me a lot of love."

Maybe someday he'll make us waffles in return. But really, just having him say that is enough.

Photo credit: Ralph Daily under a CC BY 2.0 license.