I’m Glad My Parents Let Me Be Different

A lot of parents in Mississippi would have been disappointed to have me as their youngest son.

I did not watch sports, nor was I particularly athletic. I did not hunt or fish; and although I did spend a lot of time in the woods, when I was out there, I was often pretending to be in Narnia.

I also read books — lots of books — and began keeping a journal in elementary school. I wrote a full-length soap opera for my eighth-grade advanced placement English class. I joined the choir and auditioned for parts in the local civic light opera. And I enjoyed rich conversation, which resulted in an uncool number of friendships with girls.

This did not bode well for me at school. Sure, I could draw a crowd when I played the part of the school court jester, but I knew I was odd. And many of the boys at school used the most powerful word they could to confirm my peculiarity: “queer.”

I felt out of place, unwanted, incapable of proving myself to a world of boys who easily established their masculinity by being conversant with code words like “deer season,” “touchdown,” “mud riding,” “end zone,” and “offensive line.”

But there was one place where my oddball status was not a liability: it was with my parents.

When I was in elementary school, my dad, a truck driver, laughed out loud at the radio shows I made with a cassette tape, homemade sound effects, and my unique ability to change my voice. My mom drove me to countless rehearsals and auditions, and she even signed me up for a theater camp. My parents didn’t try to steer me away from creative pursuits, and they didn’t have a panic attack when I showed no interest in sports.

They just loved me and didn’t seem to notice the things that made me an oddball at school. And the constant backdrop of their love was the idea that Jesus loved me, which was critical. Because even if I didn’t fit the hyper-masculine mold of other bass-fishing boys in Mississippi, at least I knew a brawny Jewish fisherman called Jesus liked me just the way I was.

What Would’ve Happened

This morning, I was talking to my wife about the way my parents loved and accepted me, and I wondered out loud what my life would’ve been like without their support. As Aslan said to Lucy in the Voyage of the Dawn Treader, “Child … did I not explain to you once before that no one is ever told what would have happened?” And in this case, I don’t want to know.

I’m grateful for the way things turned out.

I’m grateful for all that unhindered, right-brained, creative activity from my childhood. It helped me grow up and be comfortable performing on stages, sitting in front of cameras, and writing for large audiences.

I’m grateful that my emotional awareness and disdain for watching sports turned out to be a big turn-on for the woman I would marry — a woman who actually prayed for a man who liked to talk a lot (God must have been like, “I know just the guy!”).

I’m grateful that I eventually became athletic at my own pace, and I’m particularly grateful for the off-beat male friends that I made as a result of not fitting in with all the “normal” boys.

Most of all, today I’m grateful for the parents God gave me. They offered exactly what I needed in those moments when I was testing out the real me: a space to be loved for the quirky boy I was. In doing so, they helped me grow into the man I am today, and I think that guy is just fine.


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  1. Renee Blair

    Love and acceptance is so powerful! Love this Joshua, a great reminder of the importance of parenting out of the tree of life! So proud of you man!

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  2. Gale Nivens

    i love your transparency. The devil likes to use our sins, secrets and fears against us but when we are transparent he is weak. I have always loved and admired you Joshua and felt that in a lot of ways we think alike. I am so proud of you.

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  3. Leisa Hughes

    Oh Joshua, I love this! Yes, you were blessed with awesome parents who encouraged and accepted you for the wonderful guy you are!

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  4. Graeme Phillips

    I was more interested in foreign languages at school. Even in my adult years, my grandmother on my father’s side liked watching rugby and football (known in the USA as “saaaccer”), yet I remained indifferent. Even now, adult males in my church sometimes socialise outside of church using the football medium: – maybe one of these days, I will figure out how to feign an interest.

    I was called “queer”, “gay” and other similar names at school. But do you know what the worst of it is? These words are no longer insults.


  5. patriot1742

    I was not like my brother who was and is athletic – as a matter of fact almost died a couple of times. My other two siblings had their thing and I was OK with that. I preferred the solitude of wandering in the hills and time of reflection. At 18 I left and did not return and have no interest in returning. My dad may not have understood but he built into his trust that I could overcome the obstacles. Why not let the child develop into their own person – it works out much better – my father’s presence was what guided and God blessed me.


  6. linda Weston

    So enjoyed your read have 2 sons one could be you praying daily for both one in music other in sports very smart and gifted in their own way as their mother I wish happiness hope they find that wife to share everything with with all to enjoy


  7. I never would have guessed you were a nerd, Josh. I must admit that I am not exactly the “macho man” either. In my eyes, football is boring, beer is gross, and off-road trucks are overrated. And Narnia is AWESOME! My own crazy fantasies are more along the lines of fantasy and space travel than sports and action films. I am also a gifted musician and not really the athletic type at all. Yes, I am male and identify as such, but since when does being male mean acting like Tim “The Toolman” Taylor?

    PS: Friendship is magic. Remember that.


  8. Joshua, great article that mirrored my experience in high school. And I too am thankful that my parents did not push me into sports. My brother was active in sports but not me. And the name calling and behavior toward me was similar to your experience. I really appreciate your transparency and writing skills.


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