Becoming Her Own Hero

My baby entered the world with a  shock of black hair and a gorgeous, full-throated cry.

Just moments before, I lay in the delivery room exhausted after more than 12 hours of labor. The obstetrician had implored me to give one final push. Shortly thereafter, I heard him exclaim, “It’s a boy!”

In the sheer joy of that moment, I had no idea of the tragic error that had occurred. Based on an observation of genitalia, my child was declared male.

But that declaration was wrong.

It took nearly two decades for my child to find the courage and strength to come out to me. My initial, internal response was anger, but not at my child – at myself. How could I have missed this? I had witnessed a years-long struggle with depression, anxiety, and isolation, but had been completely ignorant of gender identity and dysphoria.

It was painful to realize the truth: My girl was misidentified at birth and endured a childhood and adolescence living as someone she wasn’t. And it had all unfolded before my eyes.

Let me pause to acknowledge the elephant in the room.  Just saying the word transgender in certain crowds brings  conversation to a standstill. It’s a topic that’s fully charged, and a lot of people have a lot of opinions based on misinformation and stereotype.

If you’re confused about transgender, if the concept conjures a scene from RuPaul’s Drag Race and a judgement that trans and gender expansive people are either mentally ill or really confused, let me help you access a different vision.

Here are some things I’ve learned after years of seeking information and understanding:

This is the highlight reel of gender identity education. There’s a lot to know and understand but don’t let that overwhelm you. If someone you know is transgender or has a trans child, the best thing you can do is be supportive and listen. And if you’re ignorant, say so; don’t pretend you have the answers because you’ll end up saying things and behaving in ways that are offensive. Believe me when I tell you, I’ve been there.

Since coming out, my daughter has lost friends and some family members have distanced themselves. In fact, after hearing my daughter is transgender, one family member said to me, “yeah, my son has one of those in his class.” One of those. The only thing missing from that sentence was the word freak.

My daughter is painfully aware of the discrimination, the danger, and the challenges associated with her path. Whether she wanted to or not, she’s becoming her own hero and finding ways to be fully herself in a world constantly telling her she shouldn’t be here. I’m glad I raised a stubborn kid.

As I watch her unwrap herself, I’m realizing how much courage and determination it takes to figure out who you really are. And once you know, you can’t unlearn the truth. The question becomes what will you do with it? Continue pretending or risk rejection and being ostracized? Neither present an easy path.

One of the areas that worries me most for my daughter is medical discrimination. Recently, an acquaintance shared the experience of a young trans man who went to a local emergency room for head pain. The E.R. staff told him he just had a headache and should go home and take pain reliever. On a return visit not long after, the young man explained the pain had grown worse. Again, he was told to go home and take pain reliever. He wasn’t treated, tested, or scanned. Instead, the medical staff minimized his pleading and made a joke of his trans status. As it turns out, the young man was having a stroke. I pray my child, or anyone for that matter, receives better care than that.

As I think about my daughter’s journey, I’m forced to accept another truth: there’s nothing I can do to change any of this – it is exactly what it is.

However, if anything were possible, there’s one thing I would do: time travel.

I would go back to that fateful day in 1999, to the moment my doctor presented my dark-haired newborn to me. Only this time, I would look up at him with a wide smile, a heart bursting with love, and shout:

“It’s a girl!”

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7 Comments

  1. Shelly

    Again, I thank you for sharing your journey. May God bless you and your daughter the way I feel we’ve been blessed to read your story. 💗

    • dyanasmolen

      Thank you so much, Shelly.

  2. Rebeccah Silence

    Dyana, chills. Everyone alive should read this. Thank you. Your daughter has the best Mom in the world.

    • dyanasmolen

      Thank you, Rebeccah. Hugs!

  3. Ramona Shaw

    Loved this! My daughter came out at the same age, similar experience. She was already in University 1000 miles away, so I wasn’t able to be as supportive or to witness the changes of daily life she went through, before covid we would see her once/twice a year. It has almost been two years since I saw her. Though she wasn’t always physically here, it didn’t stop me from learning so much from her, being in total awe of the strength, determination and love she shows. It changed my life in a big way, too. If my child could live free, honest and real with all her challenges, I owed it to her to become the best I could be. So blessed to have my daughter.

    • dyanasmolen

      Thank you, Ramona. Here’s to creating a world where our daughters can be who they are. ❤

  4. Cindy

    Becoming her own hero! I do love that. What a great mother you are to your daughter and how wonderful of you to share this so we can all try and continue to understand. Thank you!