That she insists on being a boy?
Probably not.
*Dusts off blog*
Which of course simultaniously cracks me up and drives me insane. Only because it sort of stomps on my idea of raising a girl who knows she can do anything a boy can, and better. Clearly my women's studies minor and studies on feminist philosophy aren't going to come in handy anytime soon...
I know it's a phase, and I'm sure it's going to pass just like the "I'm Prince Charming" phase did but we are going on months of "I'm a boy" or "I can't wear a clippie because boys don't wear clippies" or "that's not a boy shirt!" or "My name isn't honey, it's BOY."
I ignore it for the most part and don't really want to make it a thing, knowing that if I attempt to try and fight it then it will only be worse, but it's sort of driving me nuts. Instead of fighting it I tell her "boys can't totally wear pony tails! Doesn't so and so wear a pony tail?" (referring to a guy we know who has long hair...)
And you can imagine my joy (after having to bribe her to wear a skirt to an event we went to last weekend) when we passed a man wearing a skirt the other day and I whispered to her "See, boys can totally wear dresses!" If she didn't have gender confusion before she will now, lol.
And don't worry, she doesn't actually think she's a boy (she knows boys from girls) she just wants to be boy.
Oy vey.
~Mama A~
Probably not.
*Dusts off blog*
Which of course simultaniously cracks me up and drives me insane. Only because it sort of stomps on my idea of raising a girl who knows she can do anything a boy can, and better. Clearly my women's studies minor and studies on feminist philosophy aren't going to come in handy anytime soon...
I know it's a phase, and I'm sure it's going to pass just like the "I'm Prince Charming" phase did but we are going on months of "I'm a boy" or "I can't wear a clippie because boys don't wear clippies" or "that's not a boy shirt!" or "My name isn't honey, it's BOY."
I ignore it for the most part and don't really want to make it a thing, knowing that if I attempt to try and fight it then it will only be worse, but it's sort of driving me nuts. Instead of fighting it I tell her "boys can't totally wear pony tails! Doesn't so and so wear a pony tail?" (referring to a guy we know who has long hair...)
And you can imagine my joy (after having to bribe her to wear a skirt to an event we went to last weekend) when we passed a man wearing a skirt the other day and I whispered to her "See, boys can totally wear dresses!" If she didn't have gender confusion before she will now, lol.
And don't worry, she doesn't actually think she's a boy (she knows boys from girls) she just wants to be boy.
Oy vey.
~Mama A~
Portland is the perfect place for this. Can you imagine living in Houston with a girl who insisted on dressing like and calling herself a boy? Here, where (as you note) boys wear skirts and girls wear, well, whatever we want to, life is easier.
Posted by: nonlineargirl | September 11, 2008 at 01:51 PM
S's BFF went through a phase for a while when she wanted to grow up to be a man.
Of course, S also says that when she grows up, she's going to "get married" with both BFF and Daddy.
Posted by: Sarah | September 11, 2008 at 01:59 PM
Hey, it could be worse--she could want to grow up to be Barbie.
Posted by: landismom | September 11, 2008 at 06:47 PM
B's sister always told us she wanted to be an "Indian Boy" when she grew up. Why or where that came from we could never figure out. Now her daughter is totally into princesses which drives her gramma nuts!!
Posted by: Grandmere | September 13, 2008 at 06:29 AM