I just have so much love for this kid…
He’s brave and he doesn’t even know it. He eschews boxes with his painted nails and love of superheroes. He defines himself and his loves and only slightly understands that he’s doing something revolutionary. Because this is just who he is: An almost 7-year-old boy whose favorite colors are pink and purple, who has long, curly blonde hair that whips in the wind as he makes soccer goals, who paints his nails every color of the rainbow and then promptly chips them as he creates amazing creations with Legos.
I’ve written before about some burgeoning uncertainty he’s felt surrounding folks misgendering him. It seems like that phase has passed and we’ve entered a new one where boldness and confidence rule. Last weekend, when my father was up visiting, we went out for ice cream. Afterwards, as we meandered slowly back home, the kiddo happened upon an adorable dog and politely asked if he could pet it. The owner was lovely and said yes and then said something about my “lovely little girl.” Before I could even have a chance to correct her, EZ jumped in.
“Oh, I’m a boy.”
The woman immediately apologized and again my sweet boy jumped in.
“You don’t have to say sorry. A lot of people make that mistake. It must be my hair. But I’m a boy!”
He said it with a smile and continued petting the dog. Remarks like that, which still occur on an almost daily basis, don’t seem to ruffle him up anymore. He smiles, sometimes shakes his head with a laugh, and after will occasionally give me a conspiratorial grin as if to say “What? How could they make that mistake. Again.”