a leopard can't change its spots, an old truism for we are who we are.  the question, today-isn, is 'who are we'. . . . are we inclusive, accepting and loving?  
does it really matter that the family down the street is organized differently, that they view themselves differently than others might?
i have my own issues and worries with my kids to worry about, when i get them sorted, i'll move-on to another family!
until then?  i hope that people would leave me alone to raise my kids and occasionally and genuinely offer up assistance, and i will do my best to do the same for everyone else . . . and if someone needs the gender signs off a bathroom door, or needs to be called 'they' i will do it because it costs me nothing and is valuable to them
. . . . a i don't really care, i care about them, just not about labels and arguments and high-horses . . . and i'd rather watch a ballgame with a beer or cook everyone dinner than argue and prevent someone else's pursuit of a full life