Boys wear blue, always play with trucks and think girls have cooties or so we’ve all been told.
When I was pregnant we decided not to find out Arren’s gender, the one reason was because we wanted it to be a surprise, but really it was because we didn’t want all the gender stereotype things to flood our house. We still got a lot of people saying “don’t you want to know if you’re going to have a pink little princess” or “how will people know if its a boy or a girl?” I personally don’t think it would matter anyway, because even if Arren was wearing a blue shirt with a print that said “I’m a boy!” on it people would still ask if hes a boy or girl. Most days people get more caught up in his name, it might be because we really go into detail about it and start spelling it for people, you know, because he’s not an Aaron.
To me the typical things that define a boy doesn’t apply to Arren, why does it matter that he has a purple bumbo seat or wears cute little pink diapers. I want to let him play with whatever he wants to play with, if he plays with a baby doll, why does that make him less of a boy, he will probably just turn into an amazing father because of it. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to let him enjoy typical boy things.
I want to raise a boy that will turn into a caring, compassionate, gentle and loving man, that will not think less of himself because he’s not into a certain things, that will treat girls with respect and always be thoughtful of his actions.
I remember when I was growing up, people always use to call me a tom boy, what about we stop labelling everything and just call it childhood!
I’m not raising him to be your typical boy, but he will probably learn masculine characteristics all by himself, regardless I will always show him love and nurture any interest he might have.
Here’s to childhood! Its a wonderful whirlwind!