After the Savior comes

I had an insight, while reading about societal progress. I saw the other side of the Savior’s coming, when people are not bothered by gender identity dysphoria because they have faith, they accept that there’s a reason why they have the bodies they have, and no one feels that what they feel led to do identifies as other; they don’t feel pressure to conform to someone else’s societal norms. If a woman wants to mountain climb, she does. If a man wants to stay home with his family, he does; no one condemns him for it or looks askance at his wife for not being home. There’s no condemnation for not fitting some unrealistic expectation of perfection. They’ve got through the difficult time of deconstructing societal expectations of women sitting down and shutting up and men automatically being worth more; they’ve deconstructed the opposite, where women lord it over submissive men. They’ve come to a balanced place, where men and women expect to work hard and expect their companions to work hard, and they do it together, without losing sleep over, am I innately good enough?

Our grandchildren can reach this, if they choose to. It means a lot of humility and listening. It means choosing not to boss each other around, choosing to hold authority accountable, choosing to recognize that putting either gender on top injures them both. And it means living this truth: we are all children of God, who created us all.