Proud & Gleeful

My proudest moment was…..well I’m not really sure it’s my proudest moment period, mainly because I’m not for sure that I have a single moment. I have a lot of moments where I did something pretty amazing that I’m proud of. The truth is, it’s pretty amazing every day I wake up.   You can take that however you want: egotistical or just that I am amazed I actually get my butt out of bed, because I kind of love sleep. And by kind of love sleep, I mean it’s a toss-up between that and Reeses’ Peanut Butter Eggs as to what I think are the two best things in life after my dog. So let’s just say the proudest moment for me as an Uncle started on Thanksgiving Day in 2010.

I need to start this off by saying that I love all my nieces and nephews. I have 12. Well I have 12 including steps, but I love them just as much as the others. I just don’t want to be running for office someday and have someone say I lied in a blog so I must have been involved in a left wing conspiracy in Benghazi. Not that I could ever run for office, I have a sarcastic blunt thing that would prohibit that.

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Anyway, back to 2010, Thanksgiving Day. As Sophia Petrillo would say, picture it…… (Yes, Jakers that is a salute to you if you read this) most of my family is at my mom’s house for dinner and they are in the kitchen and the living room talking. We are getting ready to draw names for Christmas gifts. So, I go into the dining room, where at the time my mom kept her computer hutch with paper and pens. Sitting at the computer is my nephew Jacob, Jake, Jakers. Full disclosure, I know we’re not supposed to have favorites, and I don’t have favorites, but if I did Jakers would be in the running for favorite nephew, favorite young man, and favorite human being alive. I just have always felt like Jake and I have a special connection. We have a lot of things in common and a lot of similar beliefs and attitudes. Plus he’s just got a really sarcastic wit, and for some reason I think I may have helped him find that voice.

Anyway Jake is going to college in Chicago at the time and is doing really well. He had a rough go of it at his first college, but he had gotten a hold of himself and turned things around when he transferred to Chicago. So when I see him on the computer I asked him what he was up to and he said he was just trying to print a form he had gotten in the email. He had entered a contest and was a finalist to fly out to Hollywood and visit the cast of a new show on television and meet the cast. This little show called Glee! I was so excited for him, I loved the show and I knew from some posts on FB that he loved the show. So we talked for a few minutes about how exciting it would be for him to win and how much fun it would be. And then I asked him which actor from the show would he be the most excited to meet. I remember his answer so clearly. He said “Kurt. All my friends in college know that all I want to do is marry him.” I was a little stunned because at this time, while I might have suspected differently, as far as our family knew Jake was not gay. And here he was telling me he wanted to marry a character on a show who was out and proud. So I’m standing there in the dining room trying to figure out what to say to that, and in walks my sister to find out what the delay is. Needless to say I wasn’t going to explore that conversation with him right then with her in the room.

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So as the rest of the day went on there was never an opportunity to explore it. But I really felt like Jake was telling me something. But what if he wasn’t? So I tossed and turned about it for the whole weekend. The following week, I finally decided that I would just ask him. So, right as I decided I was going to call him and talk to him I got a message from him on FB telling me he was really excited he had won the contest to go to California and meet the cast. So we had a quick exchange about it and then I did it I just kind of came out and asked him.

“So hey, when we were talking on Thanksgiving and you said you wanted to meet and marry Kurt, were you trying to tell me something? Because if you were I want you to know that I am so okay with it and love you, and if you weren’t, sorry”

His reply was that yes, he was and he didn’t know to how to say it but he was ready to come out to the family and he just felt comfortable saying it to me. We talked some more and he told me he had decided that he was going to tell his parents that week and he was nervous.

I remember after the conversation, I thought to myself I haven’t always done great things, but I must have done something right as an uncle, this brave kid who was about to open up a portion of his soul to his entire family, felt at ease with me he could just say it that way.

That was what made me proudest as an uncle at that moment. But what makes me proudest as an uncle today is how truly amazing this guy is. He’s not a kid anymore, he’s a full grown man, and published writer. Living his life and being who he is, and damn anyone who has issues with that. I’m also proud to say that I am part of a family that didn’t have one of those ugly reactions; every one of his siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents and parents took it for what it is. It’s an amazing person being who he is, and I couldn’t be prouder of him if he was my own kid..

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Now I know my posts are usually about entertainment and today’s post was originally going to be about Glee and the fact that tonight is the last episode of what was once a truly great show, that in some small part helped to change the world …. and my family. And you’ll get that later this weekend. This was just what I decided to share for the Finish the Sentence Friday. Hope it makes you smile, laugh, cry or ponder.


This has been a Finish the Sentence Friday post, where writers and bloggers link up their words to a weekly prompt. This week’s is “My proudest moment was…”
Hosted by Kristi from findingninee.com and cohosted this week by Tarana Khan (this week’s sentence thinker upper) from sandinmytoes.tk and Kerri Ames of undiagnosedbutokay.com.

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3 thoughts on “Proud & Gleeful

  1. This was a great post! I truly understand your feelings of pride in how you conducted your life such that your nephew, feeling vulnerable and afraid, was willing to open up to you. I don’t know, but I suspect that the marry Kurt thing was a trial balloon, sent up to see if his uncle was paying attention. You were, and you cared. Awesome!

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  2. That is an awesome proud moment and a testament to the special bond you and your nephew have that he came out to you first. Thank you so much for linking up with Finish the Sentence Friday. Also, I love sleep too!

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