Dear Connor,
One of the things that I like about you is that you're not a macho boy. You don't shudder at "girl things" because I have taught you that there is no such thing as "girl things." You happily wear pink shirts, like playing with dollhouses and prefer Sophia the First over Ninja Turtles. And you've always been very in touch with your feminine side, which led to this conversation we had on the way to soccer camp this morning:
You: I wish the doctor had told you I was a girl.
Me: Well, you're a boy.
You: Can a boy change into a girl?
Me: Yeah, um, technically, he can. [Coincidentally, the big story in pop culture news right now is that Bruce Jenner of Olympics and Kardashian fame--you can Google him--has come out as a transgender woman.]
You: How does a boy change into a girl?
Me: Uhh, hmm, well . . .
At this point, I changed the subject. We'll come back to this conversation once I figure out how to explain transgender issues to you!
Love,
Mom
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Friday, June 5, 2015
Eating Your Greens
Dear Connor,
Your sister loves vegetables but you . . . not so much. If it's green, you will not touch it unless it's pureed into a soup or chopped into small pieces and mixed into mac 'n' cheese. So you can imagine my surprise when at dinner tonight, you actually asked for some of the stir-fried broccoli we were having and you actually ate it all! Connor, is that you?
Love,
Mom
Your sister loves vegetables but you . . . not so much. If it's green, you will not touch it unless it's pureed into a soup or chopped into small pieces and mixed into mac 'n' cheese. So you can imagine my surprise when at dinner tonight, you actually asked for some of the stir-fried broccoli we were having and you actually ate it all! Connor, is that you?
Love,
Mom
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
DiDi Is Here!
Dear Connor,
The day that you have been anticipating for so long has finally arrived: Your baby brother is here! Daddy and I brought him home from the hospital today and he was upstairs with PoiPoi when you came home from school. When we told you that your DiDi was upstairs, you started jumping up and down and shouting excitedly, "The baby! The baby is here?! The baby is here!" You were so happy to finally meet him . . . and then you moved on. After you fawned over him for several minutes, your focus suddenly switched to the chocolate bar your teacher had given you at school that day and you kept asking where it was and if you could eat it. Sure, DiDi is adorable but who can compete with chocolate, right?
Love,
Mom
The day that you have been anticipating for so long has finally arrived: Your baby brother is here! Daddy and I brought him home from the hospital today and he was upstairs with PoiPoi when you came home from school. When we told you that your DiDi was upstairs, you started jumping up and down and shouting excitedly, "The baby! The baby is here?! The baby is here!" You were so happy to finally meet him . . . and then you moved on. After you fawned over him for several minutes, your focus suddenly switched to the chocolate bar your teacher had given you at school that day and you kept asking where it was and if you could eat it. Sure, DiDi is adorable but who can compete with chocolate, right?
Love,
Mom
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