October 9, 2013 at 3:40 pm EDT | by Staff reports
I have two moms



Ryanne Barstow, Rainbow Families, gay news, Washington Blade

Ryanne Barstow with her two moms. (Photo courtesy of the family)

My name is Ryanne. I am 8 years old and I have two moms. In a way, I feel unique because most of my friends have a mom and a dad, but when I go to someone’s house and see them playing with their dad, I sometimes feel lonely, left out and too different.

Ever since I can remember, my moms have told me about my Donor Dad. I have always yearned to see him, but we don’t know his name or where he lives. My moms have a baby picture of him sleeping. They tell me I look like him when I’m asleep. I know we both have blue eyes, except I cannot see his because they are closed. I would like to meet him so he could see that I turned out to be smart, happy and great at math.

Even though I don’t know my Donor Dad, he has already given me a gift. Two gifts, actually. I have twin half brothers, who live in Seattle. Luckily, their mom and my mom chose the same donor. They are nine days older than me, which means we have a lot of the same interests. I wish I could see them more often, but they live across the country. Still, I feel like they’re my family.

The person closest to me who feels most like my dad would be my Granddad. Like a real dad, he walks me to the park and tells me stories. I love it when he comes to visit. He may be old but we have even climbed mountains together.

Meanwhile, I’m living my life with two moms and our cat. I feel different but safe everywhere I go because my moms love me very much. And that’s the most important thing. My parents are normal parents, just two moms. I have to say, there are some issues when it comes to dressing me and doing my hair. You can imagine — two different moms, two different opinions.

This coming weekend, we are all going to Rainbow Family Camp. I am really looking forward to going because every kid there has either two moms or two dads. That’s one place where I don’t have to explain why I have two moms one million times.

My mom tells me that when I was around four years old, I would start talking to complete strangers and often tell them I have two mommies. Well, I don’t do that anymore, but I am still proud to have two moms and one of the best families in the whole world.

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