my sweet baby boy was diagnosed with microcephaly, hypotonia, and now duchenne muscular dystrophy. after searching for some support, i realized there werent many happy stories out there, so here i am to tell you the story of my happy happy baby.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

pink is for girls.

yesterday i took my littles to the earth day thing they had going on in old town yesterday, there were some fun vendors with upcycled crafts, music, a bounce house, and of course the farmers market was going on..  so a fun little day.  i got this sweet tiny vase from a fantastic crafter that you can find at http://www.etsy.com/shop/ebm126 you should definitely check out her stuff, we also picked up a few of her domino magnets.

we also came across a tupperware vendor that was selling some sale items.  i was actually looking for a tupperware cup for the big boy so i decided to look through some of their stuff.  i found what i was looking for in pink, which was fine because asheys favorite color is pink.  but i kept looking through just to see what else they had; while i was looking, the daughter of the vendor says 'oh, i think thats the only color we have in that.'  i tell her thats fine because pink is his fav anyway.  so then the girl (who is probably between 19-22) says to her mom, 'mom, this lady wants to buy this pink cup for her son here.'  im not sure why she needed to specify who i was buying the cup for, but then the mother looks at me with this face, and her daughter immediately says 'mom, keep your mouth shut.'  absolutely awkward.  i say, 'its fine, he loves pink.'  then the mother says, still with the judgy mcjudgerson look on her face, 'well, what does his father think about that?'  im sure i had a pretty snotty expression on my face when i told her that his daddy is fine with it, and that our son is allowed to like whatever he likes and love whatever he loves.  i almost didnt want to buy the cup after all of this just because i didnt want her to have my money, but i did buy it because my son did want it, and i didnt want her to think that she had changed my mind about letting my son use a pink cup.  i was just shocked that we were being judged over the color of a cup, and so openly... 
the offending cup.

it was sad, not for me because i dont care what she thought.  but sad for her that she felt she could make this assumption about the person i am based on what i allowed my son to have, and the very thing she looked down on is probably one of the things im most proud of.  she probably thought that im not doing my job right in not teaching my son that pink is for girls.  but i think im doing a great job of letting him know that he can like whatever he wants, and im totally cool with it.  i absolutely love that im raising this awesome and unique kid that is and will continue to be an amazing brother to his sweet baber. 
two awesome bros.


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