When my middle child came out as pansexual and non-binary, I realized my role wasn’t to have the perfect answers but to offer the safest possible space. Our home became the place where my children’s friends could quietly come out, test pronouns, or simply exist without fear of judgment. Over the years, I learned that compassion isn’t about having a script — it’s about listening, believing, and loving first. Being that safe place for young people who didn’t have one has been one of the greatest honors of my life.