My son changed his name today. Said he never felt like a Stephen. Now his name is Rance. Now I have to call my son Rance. I'm not even sure what a Rance is. I suppose it's him. I suppose it's always been him.
I support him, but it's hard. Your name is the first thing you're given, it's the first thing I ever really did for my son. And now he doesn't want it. It's like saying, "You didn't get it right from Day One."
But he'll always be Stephen to me, Steve, my little Stevie. It will take time. It will probably take me until I die. But it's not about me. And yet, in the most profound and real of ways, it is.
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