"What grade is your son in?" a mom at the gym asks. "My daughter is in 4th," I casually reply. I assure the poor woman there's no need to worry.
It doesn't phase her. She's used to it.
When this kid was a toddler, funny enough, she lived in princess costumes and pink tutus were busting out of every drawer. Even though kicking a ball and swinging from monkey bars were always favorite pastimes, back then~frilly accessories were plentiful and pants were obsolete. (Flashback to hog-tying Said toddler to put on pants when temps dropped below 40 degrees)!
Fast forward~as she prepares to turn 11...
She still likes to over accessorize to the enth-degree... but now in the form of mis-matched Star Wars or Harry Potter socks, sports tights and trucker hats, often looking like a cross between a circus performer and skate rat.
It's not gender plural; or gender fluidity; or gender neutral. She's being herself~ and for now prefers: green and navy, basketball and Ninja Warrior, and the clothes in the boys section at Old Navy.
And, who cares?
She's also compassionate. Intelligent. Empathetic. And kind.
I believe a kid (boy or girl) can be all those things. And still wear pants or bows. Do ballet or shoot hoops...
Or be a combination of all those things and more.
Being authentic is key. And learning that at a young age is golden.
For this kid, it's not about being a girl. Or boy. It's viewing life without limits and not falling for stereotypes.
She isn't a girl wanting to be a boy. She is a girl who wants to be herself