They are Lego package drivers, and they live here in their house in Bench Seat Lego Village. Sometimes our Lego people have moms and dads, best friends and pets. So when Ted and Fred moved in together, I asked if they were brothers. “No,” answered N as he arranged a stack of brick packages next to me, “they love each other, so they’re married. They’re too old for moms, so no moms live with them.” Ted went out and brought in the packages, and Fred stayed in and made some dinner, after which they both went out to drive their package trucks around.
The marriage comment was just such an aside. They love each other, so they’re married. We’ve never really talked with the kids about same-sex marriage, or hetero marriage, for that matter. He just knows that married people love each other and live together, like his mom and dad. It’s never occurred to him, at age five, that there would be a set of people who loved each other and couldn’t – or shouldn’t – get married. And I think he’d be shocked to learn it’s an issue with so many grown-ups.
I won’t get on my soap box about marriage equality, but I sincerely do hope my kids’ generation will be the one to raise the bar on acceptance. In a Lego village that includes a boy with one arm, a jail holding a bear, a fireman who only drives backward, and a bald Lego policewoman, everyone accepts each other as they are, and N moves them around in a daily routine that includes caring for their neighbors by making sure everything is safe and fair. Which is what I think we’re all really wanting out of life, isn’t it? Hair or no hair, two arms or one – we just want to be safe, we want to be fair, we want others to care about us.
And we’d really like to keep those pesky bears off the street as well.