My title was put to the test however the day my wife brought
this home for my son:
The first thing I said to my wife was: “Um that can’t be for
my son. That thing is wearing a skirt”
“So?”
“Well, skirts are for girls, and he’s a boy so we have to
return it for a monkey with a pair of jeans or something”
My wife rolls her eyes, calmly asserts that I am being silly and eventually the toy is given to my son. That little hula monkey ends up being one of his favorite toys as an infant and I realized that I indeed was making a big deal out of nothing.
Fast forward to his toddler stage:
My wife rolls her eyes, calmly asserts that I am being silly and eventually the toy is given to my son. That little hula monkey ends up being one of his favorite toys as an infant and I realized that I indeed was making a big deal out of nothing.
Fast forward to his toddler stage:
My son is asked what his favorite color was and he
emphatically replies that it is pink. Deep down his answer made me a bit uncomfortable, but I didn't show it: I gave him a hug and told let him know how awesome his selection was.
But why did I have that reaction? What hell was I afraid of?
Well for starters, pink is a girl color. It’s not just “a”
girl color, but the international spokescolor (yes, a made up word) for the female
gender. You see it on every dress, tutu and Barbie convertible that is marketed
towards little girls. So how could it be that my son, who loves to collect bugs, do
karate and play with race cars would actually like something that is so obviously... "girly"? When I was a
kid, if you we're a boy who admitted you were a fan of pink, you’d instantly be
labeled a sissy and be the object of ridicule of every bully in a three classroom
radius. I suppose my fear stemmed from a misguided desire to protect him from that kind of scrutiny. (I also believe that it is more frowned upon for little boys to explore activities outside the perceived gender role, than it is for girls to do the same. But this is subject matter for another post!)
After some reflection however, I began to understand that
the issue was not with him liking this color, but with the fact that I had a
problem with it at all. I then realized that maybe I’m not as much of a forward-thinking father
as I had thought. Maybe I'm just as guilty of the same male chauvinistic stereotypes
that were the norm during my father’s generation and the generation before his.
After I accepted this reality, I then decided to explore
these feelings in order to understand, then overcome them.
And so began my journey...
So, who decided that pink was a “girl” color anyway? After
doing a little research, it turns out that the practice of associating colors
with gender is a fairly recent concept.And so began my journey...
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When you look at the above picture, what do you see?
If you said girl, you would be wrong. Not only is this frilly young lad a boy, he is none other than Franklin D Roosevelt, one of the greatest US presidents who ever lived. This picture, which was taken in 1884 is a reflection of the views of that time period. It was actually a normal practice for parents to have both boys and girls wear gender-neutral white dresses throughout their early childhood. By age 7, boys would finally start wearing pants and would get their first haircut. If I had to guess, I would suspect that this was done as more of a cost saving measure by the parents.
If you said girl, you would be wrong. Not only is this frilly young lad a boy, he is none other than Franklin D Roosevelt, one of the greatest US presidents who ever lived. This picture, which was taken in 1884 is a reflection of the views of that time period. It was actually a normal practice for parents to have both boys and girls wear gender-neutral white dresses throughout their early childhood. By age 7, boys would finally start wearing pants and would get their first haircut. If I had to guess, I would suspect that this was done as more of a cost saving measure by the parents.
Then the cycle is perpetuated: as
these gender specific colors become more defined, as parents and as a society,
we tend to push these values onto our children and an earlier and earlier. I’m
almost certain that my perceptions were directly influenced based on this
trend.
So basically, the wool was
systematically pulled over my eyes to believe the pink is a color exclusively
for the female sex from the moment I arrived on this earth.
Despite this however, there's already evidence of the tide beginning to change.
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For me, the picture didn't bother me at all. I figured, whatever that little boy's parents choose to do with their child is their business. Little did I know that my son would once again unknowingly push my personal boundaries.
I came home from a long day's work to a giggling wife. Perplexed, I asked her what was up. She sheepishly opens up her phone and shows me this picture:
Apparently, he saw mommy painting her nails and thought it would be cool to do copy her. He then grabbed his marker and proceeded to color his toes. My wife thought it was hilarious. I'm ashamed to say that I blew it out of proportion and was pretty upset. I considered scolding him or at least explaining why what he did was wrong. Thankfully my wife brought me back down to earth, just like with the hula monkey situation and reminded me that I was being ridiculous. He was only a toddler and if I did end up confronting him with negative reinforcement, it would have likely done more harm than good. It has been about a year since that ordeal; he has never brought it up nor attempted to do such a thing again.
So going through all of this, what lessons have i learned?




