You know, I've thought very little about how I would react if my children "came out" to me. In fact, it's completely a non-issue, as it should be. I look at my two small boys, and I see life. I see beauty. I see wisdom that we can't hold on to as adults. I see innocence.
I look at my children, who don't know or understand what it is to be heterosexual, or homosexual. When they look at a person, whether or not that person is gay, straight, black, white, so on and so forth...they see a person. I see my own children as little people, who will one day be grown up people, who have learned most of what they know from me & my family. I don't want my children marred by prejudices given to them by me or anyone else.
Several years ago, I had a part time job at a bookstore. I was working with a guy that was in his first year of college, and working part time to help pay for his car & such. He came out while we were working together, and his parents found out. Before he could tell them, someone else did. His parents sent him to their pastor, and monitored his phone calls, and who he was seeing at all times. He eventually got "caught" hanging out with a guy, and was kicked out of his home. His parents stopped helping him with college, and gave him no more money. They told him that as long as he was gay, he was not their son. I was appalled and disgusted by this young man's treatment by his own family. Now that I have two sons that I adore and love more than anything in this world, I am even more appalled and disgusted by his family's actions.
I will always, unconditionally love my children. Period.