At the end of the long weekend when my daughter came out as transgender, she headed back to her car with her girlfriend. I watched them from my apartment window as they packed up. My child looked up, and waved. Then she drove off. I closed the window. Tears rushed to my eyes. She’s saying goodbye, I thought. I’ll never see her again. This, of course, turned out to be malarkey. In the months to come I’d see her lots of times, and each time she seemed happier, and more herself. You’d think that as a transgender person myself, I’d...