"when i was a boy i loved dresses"

This happened a while ago, but I've been too busy to blog about it.

I went to pick up D. from the previously mentioned birthday party.
A group of moms  were chatting at the front door, with the host, a single dad (its a joint custdy arrangement). They were all dressed rather nicely- coincidence? and I felt rather dowdy. The single dad, of course, being male, was under no such pressure and was wearing regular dungarees. See my post below about beauty.

But I digress. The point is not the clothes but the conversation. Conversation about clothes. Same thing that I complain about- nothing nice for boys. all boring grays and dark blues. And how ridiculous that even toys like legos come in separate colors for boys and girls.

And all of a sudden John, the clearly masculine dad, is saying "when I was a boy I loved dresses... I used to always wish I could wear a skirt... I waited all year for Purim so I could dress up in a skirt...."

(purim is sort of a jewish version of American halloween)


I am beginning to think that this is rather common and normal

Comments

  1. AnonymousOctober 27, 2017 at 7:39 AM

    Have you read the blog "Raising My Rainbow"? It is about raising a gender-creative boy. She has been writing since CJ was 3, and he is now 11. It may help you figure out how to support your kiddo.

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    1. kisaritaOctober 29, 2017 at 3:58 AM

      thanks for the reference! i'll look into it straight away. I also like that term "gender creative"

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