People are funny about the whole “is it a boy or a girl thing”. My thought is does it really matter?
Today baby bean and I took a walk to our local Babies R Us and Trader Joe’s. I don’t really like the baby store, but we are on the hunt for a bottle that bean actually will drink from. A task that is seemingly impossible, but I will get back to it if we find a match Trader Joe’s on the other hand is one of my FAVORITE stores. Just love that place!
As I was ready to pay for my can of diced tomatoes a group of kids and their teachers (I assume) came up behind me. Some of the kids had downs syndrome, others had physical handicaps and they all had this great happy vibe about them. One little guy came up, really close, to take a look at my baby. He is so cute, he said, what’s his name. Tiberius, I replied. Here one of his teachers butted in and said, no it’s a girl.
I am assuming here, that she said so because today bean was wearing a pair of pink pants that I wore when I was his age They are very cute and comfy! And very 80s.
No, I said, he is a boy.
Oh, she replied. Oh yeah, he has footballs on his shirt!
From this I took away that kids don’t really care if a boy has pink pants on. They just saw a boy. Whereas adults seem to automatically think that pink equals a girl. And footballs equals a boy.
I think it’s funny. Babies should just be babies and enjoy all colors of the rainbow and beyond. And when they grow older, pick what they like and not what others tell them they should like depending on if they are male or female. I think we sometimes [read often] put too much value on gender. Let kids be kids. I hope I raise a son that will be a kid. And enjoy everything he loves with bright imagination and an open mind.
My most beautiful bean in his cute outfit!