I have a four year old granddaughter. She has watched me change and transform my body and presentation for as long as she can remember. That I, who was a strong and supportive pillar of her universe should become someone new, and radically different is more than she has been able to grasp. She still climbs into my lap and comes for a cuddle, but for now I remain her prince, until she chooses to embrace the princess. What I look like and what I say or do is irrelevant, I must accept her time schedule if I hope to be fully accepted within her vision of the world. Bree, acceptance will come - it follows in the steps of love.
Peace,
Julie