When my oldest daughter was 12, one of her friends took her to see Lady Gaga. They were bananas over her and it was an epic experience for her. I liked her then. This was in the Bad Romance period. Gaga has come out with new projects and music since then, and has emerged as a spokesperson and advocate for especially the LGBTQ community, and also for victims of sexual assault and violence. All of this is admirable. And her epic Super Bowl performance was a statement unto itself.
Then my friend Chris posted this online tonight, from last summer.
I have heard this song before, of course. Many times. But watching her sing it a capella, to a child, holding an Elmo backpack…I was done in. She’s my hero. Because this could be my child…my not-typical, different, perfect child.
She’s beautiful in her way and God makes no mistakes; she’s on the right track, baby; she was born this way.
Thanks, Gaga, for being an inspiration and role model and Chief Encourager for my girls. In all the ways they were born.