“And so I am reminded: nothing is simple. Allowing your son to choose bedazzled pink shoes does not magically arm him to deal with criticism and feeling singled out.”
Beautifully written with a resounding call for inclusiveness, sensitivity, and love; which is what we all deserve, right?
Earlier this year I wrote about how I struggled to let K-Pants—then five—pick pink, bedazzled light-up shoes.
I was worried about the world making fun of him for wearing girl shoes, but we decided that was not a good reason to say no. And those pink shoes have been worn everywhere.
The pink shoes post inspired my good friend Kelly to let her preschool son pick out a My Little Ponies sweatshirt he craved. This picture is of him and his sister blissed out with their new shirts.
I was so proud to see this—to know that we can walk these paths together.
But this past weekend I found myself back in the shoe aisle with K-Pants, looking for a pair of bright sparkly shoes that weren’t girl shoes. It only took one day at his new, big elementary school for K-Pants to be made fun of. I was heartbroken.
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