When I am unfamiliar with something, I need to find out as much as I can about it.
Each week at church, I would kneel after Communion and repeat the same fervent prayer, “God, please bring my son back to me.” Months came and went, things went further in the opposite direction.
Once I accepted that my daughter was transgender, I realized I had two new callings in life. First, I needed to reach out to parents who find themselves at the beginning of the same journey to let them know, as difficult as it seems, everything will be okay. Secondly, I needed to educate those who are not familiar with the "T" at the end of the phrase LGBT about what it means to be transgender.