When confronted with Eli's
presentation, someone asked my husband what we would've done differently in
order to avoid having a boy who dresses like a girl.
How do I even begin to answer that
question? I have the sense and the clarity to understand that the
question has nothing to do with Eli and everything to do with us as Eli's
parents. I suppose, really, the thing to do is to recognize that it isn't
even a question. It's an accusation. An accusation that Adam and I must've made
some sort of horrific mistake in our parenting approach. That there is some
fatal flaw that caused our child to be this way. That we broke him when we could've fixed him.
I wasn't there when that question was
asked, but if I had been, this is what my response would have been:
What would I do differently? Not a
damn thing. Not. One. Damn. Thing.
Eli is absolutely and completely perfect being
exactly the way he is. Exactly the way he has always been. I do not wish to
change him. I do not think there is something that I did to make him the way he
is. I do not think he is broken.
But...if there was an influence that came from me
to give Eli the ability to be who he is without worrying about what other
people think then I have done my job. I have done my job damn well and I am
damn proud.
There is also a caveat to my
response because in all honesty, there are *some* things I would do differently...
When Eli threw tantrums to express his frustration with the world, I would have hugged him a little bit tighter, held him a little bit longer.
I would have taken him shopping for girls' clothes much sooner.
I would redo all those moments where I steered him in the direction of making a clothing choice that was the least embarrassing choice for ME.
If I could do it over, I wouldn't snicker at somebody when they had a strange outfit on. I wouldn't raise my eyebrows when I saw somebody with purple hair. I wouldn't nudge a companion and point out someone's ugly coat.
I wouldn't use the words "gay" or "retarded" in place of the words "ridiculous" or "stupid". EVER.
I wouldn't make judgments about people based on the way that they look. I would take the time to get to know somebody before I created my opinion about them. I would have taken the time to get to know them the exact same way that I am asking everybody else to take the time to get to know Eli before they judge him.
I would see the person before I saw their clothes.
Yes. I guess there *are* things I would've done differently. And the first would be to filter out people who ask stupid questions.
When Eli threw tantrums to express his frustration with the world, I would have hugged him a little bit tighter, held him a little bit longer.
I would have taken him shopping for girls' clothes much sooner.
I would redo all those moments where I steered him in the direction of making a clothing choice that was the least embarrassing choice for ME.
If I could do it over, I wouldn't snicker at somebody when they had a strange outfit on. I wouldn't raise my eyebrows when I saw somebody with purple hair. I wouldn't nudge a companion and point out someone's ugly coat.
I wouldn't use the words "gay" or "retarded" in place of the words "ridiculous" or "stupid". EVER.
I wouldn't make judgments about people based on the way that they look. I would take the time to get to know somebody before I created my opinion about them. I would have taken the time to get to know them the exact same way that I am asking everybody else to take the time to get to know Eli before they judge him.
I would see the person before I saw their clothes.
Yes. I guess there *are* things I would've done differently. And the first would be to filter out people who ask stupid questions.