So This is Happening
It’s upon us: our three-and-a-half year old daughter only wants to wear dresses or skirts (it is a tiresome battle to get her to agree to wear a pair of pants; even on very cold days), everything she likes is pink, she looks in the full-length mirror in our bedroom after she gets dressed (she picks out her own outfits) to “see how she looks”… the list goes on. SIGH.
We have tried to be good gender non-conforming, queer parents. I swear we have. Partly, as a fellow parent at our daughter’s preschool rightly put it, “we are victims of our hand-me-downs” which resemble a pile of sherbet when dumped out of the trash bag upon receiving them. Don’t get me wrong- I am super appreciative of those hand-me-downs, despite their hues; they have saved us hundreds of dollars since our daughter was born. And the reality is that unless you can afford ultra-pricey clothes from brands like Tea, Baby Gap and Mini Boden, you’re getting gender-conforming garb.
Lately, our daughter has been talking in this high-pitched voice, to the point where she talks normal and then catches herself and says, “I mean…” and continues in the high-pitched din. Did I say, “sigh” yet? I think I’ll take another: SIGH.
Ok, so let me be clear about something if you don’t already know this about me: I’m pretty darn femme-y. I wear make-up most days, simply because I like it when lightly (and sometimes not so lightly) applied… I mostly where dresses or skirts to work, I take a long time styling my hair. These things are all true. And I know my daughter watches me do these things, quite likely taking some mental notes. My spouse, her bio mom, is a soft butch. She showers, slaps some concrete-like product in her short hair and is ready within five minutes. I just want my daughter to understand that there are options, and seeing how the tide moves, perhaps particularly for little children around gender, these last few months have been slightly frightening. I mean take this recent incident (albeit slightly comical): I have been exploring some different progressive spiritual communities in the area where we live and there are these two places- a Congregationalist church and Quaker meeting- where we have mostly ventured as a family. I was debating one morning about whether to go to Quaker meeting or the church and my daughter quickly said, “To meeting please!” So I’m all thinking she likes it there, it’s more her scene, COOL. Well, while I was foolishly thinking she got some spiritual enlightenment from the Quaker’s calming silence, in fact, it was the play high-heeled shoe collection in the playroom that had her goat. The Quakers had a verifiable colony in those dress-up bins and my daughter couldn’t have been more pleased. Hell, a drag queen would have been pleased.
I mean, I get it. She sees this stuff everywhere. She takes note of who holds power and lore in the occasional books she comes upon with fairies and princesses. She doesn’t watch TV, we don’t buy books like that, but it’s out there. There’s actually more upsetting things about race and looks that bother me on an even deeper level that are surfacing (our daughter’s biracial). I don’t want to get into that in this particular post, but let’s just say: this stuff is deep.