After years of my youngest living as a girl, while being born a boy, the term transgender began to surface. I never questioned what was happening, I simply supported it. She was a full fledged girl in every way…even girlier than my biologically born girls. Transgender was surfacing, people were talking, researchers were studying. This was my child, to a tee. Now we had a name, she was transgender. Once I divorced and moved with my new husband across town, no one even knew that my daughter was originally my son. We weren’t hiding anything, she simply was a girl. She did dance class, gymnastics, theater, etc. She didn’t live as a transgender child, she lived as a girl.