Reply #23: I was lucky. I got to give the gay talk without ever speaking a word.

[Mister Ed]

When my daughter was 4, we went to celebrate the wedding of two women friends of ours. The atmosphere was infused with feelings of warmth, happiness, love, and plain old fun.

Sure, my main motive was to share our friends' joy and wish them well. But I had a strong ulterior motive.

I imagine that the very hardest part of growing up gay is probably the terrible, fearful question: "Oh my god, what will Mom and Dad think?" Our friends' wedding gave us the opportunity to answer that potential question long in advance. My heart is at ease knowing that my daughter, should she happen to be gay, will never be tormented by that question.

I'll always be grateful to our friends for providing me with that peace of mind.