Reading this post
the other day really struck a chord with me. I am the mother of a
uber-femme, sparkly, Princess-loving little girl who practically poops
pink. She was born that way. She has always preferred "mothering" her
baby dolls to playing in the sandbox (this is a girl who will make a
"bed" for her "baby" out of a dumptruck).
But I am always
trying to balance the scales: I encourage (but don't force) her to try
new ways of playing; we read gender neutral books with her, along with
"Fancy Nancy;" and my husband and I take the kids along when we hang
out with our queer friends, some of whom are women who identify as men,
some of whom are men who identify as women. We discuss the fact
discuss the fact that whatever a person wants to be, whether "boy,"
"girl" or something in-between, is their choice. We are not trying to
change who our daughter is - or confuse her, though that happens -
we're just trying to open her up to the fact that she can choose who she wants to be. And so can everyone else.
We're talking the talk... but over at HipMama yesterday, I read an article about a family who is walking the walk...
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