Lately I’ve been wondering whether or not I should start blogging again. I haven’t stopped writing, or menu planning, or taking pictures of my sweet boy; I just haven’t felt the need to type it all up for publishing. Recently I’ve felt that pull to engage with others again-to write posts that encourage dialogue (even if that dialogue is limited to “OMG! Jude is SO CUTE!” Because, well, he is.)
Maybe the key is to just take it one day at a time.
This morning, Jude and I headed to Lazarus Playlot for some outdoor fun. When we got there, I was annoyed to find that a certain little boy (maybe about 6 or 7 years old) was there. This kid has insisted that Jude is not a boy, but in fact a girl. Today he was content to tell the other kids that “She’s a boy. She just looks like a girl.”
Listen, I get it. My kid’s hair cut isn’t exactly “high and tight.” And beyond that, he’s a pretty kid. He has delicate features. I don’t fault kids for asking him if he’s a boy or a girl, but to insist that he is in fact the opposite sex pisses me off for the simple fact that it’s starting to bother him. Now when he introduces himself to new people, his spiel goes something like this:
“Hi! I’m Jude! I’m a Pokemon Trainer. I’m a boy, I just look like a girl.”
Come on parents. Take the time to be with your children and explain to them that everyone is different. We live in Chicago. In one of the most diverse neighborhoods in the COUNTRY. My son is not the first boy you’ve seen who has long-ish hair, and the little girl who was speaking Albanian is not the first person to speak another language in your vicinity. Your child should know better than to tease another child because of his or her looks or the language he or she speaks. Get involved soon, because if you don’t, more people than just me are going to think your kid’s an ass hole. And that’s about the nicest thing I can say about him at this moment.