I was asked to look after a teenager last Saturday. This is not something I often get a chance to do. The background is that an acquaintance of ours has a 15 year old daughter. The daughter wanted to see the Amsterdam Canal Parade (she’s lesbian), but the parents were unable to take her, and didn’t really want to let her go by herself into the big, bad city of Amsterdam.
So yours truly stepped in and offered to be the mother hen for the day.
I have to say it was an absolute delight. The daughter was really excited about seeing her first Canal Parade (and I was somewhat astonished to learn that this would be only her second time ever of being in the centre of Amsterdam. I mean, it’s not as if Gouda is a million miles away).
What made it a delight was the fact that she is so open and natural about herself. When I was 15, I was terrified about anyone finding out that I was – shudder – gay, least of all my parents. And yet here she is, totally accepting about her whole self, and, what’s more, so are her parents – who were really pleased that I had agreed to chaperone her during the day.
She had a great time – and so did I.