C.J. is Handsome In Pink

If C.J. were Oprah and this were his favorite things episode he would give all of you clothes from Handsome In Pink.  But, C.J. isn’t Oprah and he only has one item to giveaway, so you are all going to have to fight for it like Jerry Springer’s audience.

Here is C.J. in his all-time favorite shirt, which is by Handsome In Pink.  It’s a purple number with a pink dirt bike on the front.  I also like the “Handsome In Pink” printed on the back. 

The amazing gals at Handsome In Pink have been kind enough to offer up an item for giveaway to one Raising My Rainbow reader.  Lucky you…maybe.  And, now, a word from our sponsors…

“Handsome in Pink is a groovy Oakland, Calif., clothing line that started in 2007. Our mission has always been to empower people (babies, kids, & adults) by undressing stereotypes and offering clothes that actually reflect who we are and what we like to do. We believe that colors (such as pink and purple) and active imagery (such as fire trucks, tool belts, and electric guitars) belong to everyone and should be mingling, not dividing up along gender lines. The way we see it, there should be more sharing of clothes amongst girls and boys.”

To enter this giveaway, go to their website at www.HandsomeInPink.com and, then, leave a comment at the bottom of this post telling me what item you would want if you won.  A winner will be selected randomly by C.J. and announced next Thursday.

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Bath Pouf Pom Poms

We have these friends. They don’t let their son play with toy guns, swords or weapons of any kind. “Hero Play” is forbidden. Acts of violence or saving another child from a pretend act of violence are frowned upon.

Their son can now make a weapon out of anything. He can build complex weapons out of Legos. A pillow is a shield, a stick is a sword, a play broom’s handle is a super machine gun with an imaginary scope. If he goes into a house that has toy artillery, he can and will sniff it out like he’s jonessing for his next hit of the good stuff. He rapid fires with his lips, loving the noise and spit that fly out of his mouth.

The parents have forbidden something that he wants and now, either as a result of their limitations or not, he searches out the forbidden fruit. And, if he can’t find it, he’ll create  it on his own.  He can think about nothing else.

It’s kind of how C.J. is about all things feminine. Not that we forbid it, but we don’t (aren’t able) to spoil our children. His favorite activities are arts and crafts and playing dress up and make believe. He’s fine with our assortment of art supplies, but will never be satisfied with our dress up wardrobe. So, he creates costumes and make believe girly things on his own. Some people have said that he won’t play with “girl” stuff if we don’t buy it for him. Really? Check this out.

Here he is a while ago. He took Nana Grab Bags’s favorite apron, scoured my walk-in closet for the perfect shoes and used a calculator from the junk drawer as a cell phone. He said that he was “Mommy going to work.”

And, here he is after a trip to the toy store, where he was refused a pair of pom-poms because earlier in the day he had not been a very good listener, had wiped his boogers on his brother and called him a poo-poo head. Yes, those are bath poufs. He wore them for hours and days on end and referred to them as his pom poms…until they got covered in spaghetti sauce one night at dinner. The good thing about bath pouf pom poms? They wash easily. He was back in the game, I mean sidelines cheering, in no time.

Our dress-up drawers are loaded with equal parts traditional girl and boy costumes and accessories. He liked the feel and fabric of this number. The long sash in the back sent him over the edge. It was originally the shirt from a boys Arabian Nights costume, but that’s not how C.J. prefers it. He marched himself straight to the garage and found some rope. He cut it with blunt scissors and made me tie it at the waist. Hello belted shirtdress!

Here we have C.J. wearing a Valentine’s Day-themed dish towel as a stylish hearted skirt. After sneaking a belt from his brother’s room he held the towel up to his waist and insisted that I belt it to him. St. Valentine would be proud.

We’ve learned that C.J. is really creative. He doesn’t need new things, as long as he is allowed to create and turn stuff into exactly what he has in mind. We’ve learned that even if we don’t buy him feminine costumes and toys, he will find a way to play with them, imagine them, make them on his own. In our house, our plastic guns, swords and light sabers are safe from C.J., but our belts, aprons and bath poufs are not.

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They Like Me…They Really, Really Like Me

Thanks to all of you who reached out to me after my last – rather emotional – post.  Every comment and e-mail of support means tons to my husband and me. I wish all of you lived on our street; we could have some pretty crazy block parties.

A lot of you suggested ways to connect with other families like ours. Three cheers for PFLAG! I do attend meetings locally, when I can get a babysitter. I walk away from every meeting feeling so hopeful.  

Another popular suggestion was the annual Gender Spectrum Conference.  And, wouldn’t you know, they reached out to me as well. I can’t attend this year’s conference, but I’m looking forward to attending next year.

Here’s more info for those of you who don’t already have big, glamorous plans for July 29 through August 1. A little birdy told me that scholarships are still available. You should look into that. That same birdy should be advised that I’ll need a scholarship next year. Thanks-sies!

CALLING ALL GENDER NON-CONFORMING YOUTH AND THEIR FAMILIES!
The
2011 Gender Spectrum Family Conference in Berkeley, July 29-August 1, will bring together youth, families and professionals for a weekend of support, learning and celebration of transgender and gender creative young people. The weekend is a transformative experience for all involved. We’ll have more than 30 workshops for adults, Kids Camp for ages 5-8, a brand new Tween Program for children ages 9-11, and our fabulous Teen Program. REGISTER NOW for The 2011 Family Conference or The 2011 Professionals’ Workshop. For more info visit: www.genderspectrum.org, or contact us at info@genderspectrum.org, (510) 567-3977.

One more thing….Little old me has been named one of 2011’s Voices of the Year by BlogHer, the leading participatory news, entertainment and information network for women online.  In particular, I’ve been recognized for my post titled “I See the Rainbow, Not the Muddle.”  Which also answers the question that many new readers have: “Have you considered that C.J. is not gay, but transgender?”

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My Son the Hula Dancer

I’m back on the mainland after a six-day holiday in Kauai, Hawaii, with C.J.’s brother. It was so nice to spend time one-on-one with my oldest son. My hubby also liked having alone time to bond with C.J. Mental note: If it’s so good for the family, I’ll have to vacay in exotic locales more often.

A trip to the ABC Store proved fruitful as always. We arrived home bearing gifts: chocolate covered macadamia nuts, Kona coffee, key chains, necklaces with shark teeth and a hula dancer costume for our dress-up collection.

The grass skirt, lei and top have required I add a few lines to the list of Things I Never Thought I’d Say To My Son:
• Daddy can’t have another hula lesson right now, he’s grilling dinner.
• No, I don’t have any boobies to give you to put in the bikini top.
• You can’t wear the grass skirt in the pool or it will get ruined.
• Yes, you look like a real hula girl.
• I’m sorry but your brother is right, your skirt does stink.

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Aloha!


C.J.’s Brother and I are pretty lucky peeps. We are with my BFF and her family, spending the 4th of July holiday in Hawaii. I brought my laptop and had every intention of writing a post for yesterday. Then I rediscovered my love of POG juice and rum and ocean views and just like that…my very best intentions were forgotten….poof.

My regular posting schedule will resume on Thursday. Until then….

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C.J. Enters the Footwear Industry

I love Nordstrom Rack, though I rarely have the patience for it. If you’ve shopped there with children, you understand.  If you haven’t shopped at Nordstrom Rack with kids, I equate it to shopping at IKEA with only 20 minutes to find the perfect item, write down the sku number, find your way to a check stand and place your order. All while being followed by a bum asking you for spare change every two and a half minutes.  And, the bum steps on your foot and knocks something over and you are responsible for picking that something up.  Hurry the clock is ticking.

Anyway, C.J. and I were at Nordstrom Rack when he eyed these shoes and said that he HAD to have them.

The internal debate that these shoes caused is ridiculous. They are “girl” shoes, yes.  Would anybody at his school tease him? Probably not. Would they make his brother feel uncomfortable? Yes, really uncomfortable because, at age 8, he is more aware of and susceptible to teasing. How would C.J.’s Dad feel about the shoes? How would the grandparents feel? Could I get them and restrict them to only the house?  Is that a waste of $20? If my little girl wanted “boys” shoes would I let her get them without as much thought?

C.J. was still looking at me, waiting for my answer.

“I have an idea!  Why don’t we make our own sparkle shoes?!“

“Yeah!” C.J. said, much to my relief.

Here’s the finished product. He picked out the plain black Chucks and I got the rhinestones at the craft store.  The next day after school we spent some quality time getting crafty and viola!

Crisis averted. C.J. now has his very own sparkle shoes , which are way cooler than Skechers any day. The compliments are never-ending and he is so proud to tell people that he made them himself.

And, a compliment came my way recently. A mom wrote me the following e-mail and it made me proud; proving again that what I’m doing here is worth the trouble. I love my readers. Thanks for being a part of our adventures.

“Hello CJ’s mum

I think you are wonderful.

Because of you l have truly opened my heart up to my four year old boy.

Embraced his love of Barbie dolls & pretty dresses.

And he is so thrilled in his love of all things girl, you can often hear him say. I don’t care. I like dolls. Which swells my heart.

Your blog has changed my (our) life.”

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The Patron Saint of Gender Creative Kids

This is Diane Ehrensaft. If you see her, give her a hug from C.J. and me.

Diane Ehrensaft is the patron saint of kids who don’t conform to traditional gender norms. She should be celebrated with a day off of work/school; a Saint Diane medal to be worn by families with gender creative loved ones; a mural of her portrayed as a Pied Piper-type with a gaggle of kids of varying genders following happily behind her; or whatever it is good people do to honor their beloved patron saints.

Besides being the special guardian of gender creative children, Ehrensaft is a developmental and clinical psychologist who has, for the past 25 years, worked with gender nonconforming children and their families. She just released her latest book, which is titled Gender Born, Gender Made.  Ehrensaft is a brainy broad.

By writing Gender Born, Gender Made, she hopes to “carve a path toward gender health for all the children and youth who go against the normative gender grain of our culture.”

She calls these children “gender creative” instead of the usual “gender variant” or “gender nonconforming.” Gender creative just sounds so much more pleasant and befitting of these special kids. I’ll use it from here forward.

Her book should be recommended reading for all parents-to-be; although it might scare first-timers, who probably haven’t even considered that their precious little peanut could be a boy who wants to be a girl, or vice versa, or both, or something even more unique.

When C.J. saw the book cover he said, "Look Mommy a boy like me!"

But, seriously, Gender Born, Gender Made should be required reading for all parents and family members even remotely involved in the life of a gender creative child.

Diane Ehrensaft can relate to parents of gender creative kids because she was one. Her grown son was gender creative and now identifies as gay.

She explains that “gender creative is a developmental position in which the child transcends the culture’s normative definitions of male/female to creatively interweave a sense of gender that come neither totally from the inside (the body, the psyche), nor totally from the outside (culture, others’ perceptions), but resides somewhere in between.”

She acknowledges the harm done to gender creative children, should they fall into the wrong hands. The wrong hands may belong to people in her profession, only a small number of which “are just beginning to embark on a long project of reexamining what it means to be a gender-healthy boy, girl or other in the twenty-first century.”

Her model for raising gender creative children “follows the child’s lead and goes where the child takes us. It assumes that the child most likely comes to us with his or her gender creativity intact, rather than being shaped after birth by hapless parents who have some gender-skewed agenda or are incapable of setting appropriate limits with their children and providing proper gender guidance.”

And, that is, of course, what I like most about Ehrensaft. She takes the blame off of the parents and makes a strong case for convincing others to do the same. It’s nice to have the blame and guilt lifted a little, I was able to take a breath. She acknowledges that “in the face of confusion, disapproval and outright opposition, it is a challenging, confusing and brave journey that parents embark on when gender creative children appear on the family scene.” You tell ‘em, Diane Ehrensaft!

She calls gender creative children “blessed with the ability to hold on to the concept — that we all had one time in our lives — that we were free to be anything we wanted – boy, girl, maybe both.” Nobody has ever told me that my child is “blessed” because he is gender creative…more often than not they tell me the complete opposite. Thank you Diane Ehrensaft!

Then Diane Ehrensaft made me sad.

“To be gender nonconforming is to risk being killed, but on a daily basis it more likely means being harassed, confused and misunderstood in the community or maltreated by mental health professionals…There is no doubt that these children are among the ranks of minority individuals in our society who must anticipate bigotry and antipathy from those who either do not understand, are ill-informed, govern their thinking with myth rather than reality or…project hatred onto those who are different from themselves. At the same time, gender creative children diverge from almost all other minority children in that they have an additional mark against them: they may face aspersion from their very own family, loved ones who are supposed to be their protectors.” Diane Ehrensaft owes me some tissues.

She goes on to offer practical steps for processes involved in raising a healthy gender creative child. Girlfriend lays some stuff out step-by-step. There are a lot of terms to learn and remember and some of it can be a little confusing and clinical, at least for this tired mumsy. Now I’d like Diane Ehrensaft to write a follow-up book featuring the stories of patients from toddlerhood to adulthood. Please don’t tell me I have to wait decades to read that book; I hear that saints can work miracles.

Buy Gender Born, Gender Made…NOW…I’m serious.

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Things I Never Thought I’d say to My Son

• Please stop staring at that lady’s hair and eat your breakfast.
• Don’t jump on the trampoline with high heels on, you could hurt your ankles.
• No, honey, you can’t ask if you can brush her hair, we don’t know her.
• I don’t know where your Little Mermaid Squinkies are, did you check your purple purse?
• Please put your pom-poms down and eat your dinner.
• Yes, that apron does make you look like Alice In Wonderland.
• Cool it on the lip gloss before bed, okay. It makes a mess on your pillowcase.
• I know you’re Team Edward, Mommy is too.

Have one of your own to add to my list? Leave a comment!

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C.J. and Cookie Sitting In a Tree

In C.J.’s preschool class there are about a dozen boys and one girl. Guess who’s C.J.’s BFF? The one little girl who he affectionately calls Cookie. Cookie plus C.J. sitting in a tree…

“When you had your parent-teacher conference, did Ms. Sunshine talk to you about our kids needing to keep their hands to their selves and them being too touchy feely?” Cookie’s mom asked my husband recently. Ms. Sunshine hadn’t brought the issue to our attention.

“Do you and Cookie touch each other at school?” we asked C.J. trying to seem very casual about the whole thing.

“Yeah,” he said nonchalantly.

“What do you mean?” we asked, meeting him on the corner of casual and nonchalant.

“We hold hands and hug each ‘udder,” said C.J.

“Do you kiss?” My question earned a wide-eyed look from C.J.’s Dad.

“Gross!…Yeah, sometimes, Cookie asks me to kiss her on the cheek cause we’s gonna get married.”

Cookie might be a good match for C.J. Or, she might confuse our gender nonconforming son even more. Cookie is a cutie with short brown curly hair, sleepy eyes and a bright smile. She wears old-school red Chucks, Toy Story shirts and carries a Batman backpack filled with her dinosaur toys. She likes all superheroes, but Spiderman and Iron Man are her absolute favs. Cookie is very territorial, I mean protective, of C.J.

Her and C.J. have little in common, except that they both appear to be gender creative. They are a quirky match made on the preschool playground.

Cookie’s identical twin sister, although in a different class, likes to play with them too. She moves fluidly between girl toys and boy toys and girl clothes and boy clothes.

Yes, by age three he had perfected his signature pose.

When an invite to Cookie and her sister’s pirate-themed fourth birthday party made it into C.J.’s backpack you’d have thought he’d been invited to New York Fashion Week. Finally, the day of the party arrived. It was not a girly pirate theme with pink jolly rogers sporting heart-shaped eye patches. No, this was a legit pirate party and dress up was encouraged.

“C.J., we get to dress up for Cookie’s pirate party, isn’t that fun?”

“Woo-hoo! I wanna be a princess.”

“No, Cookie wants you to dress like a pirate.”

“I don’t wanna be a pirate, I wanna be a princess.”

“But, it’s Cookie’s party and she wants all of her friends to be
pirates.”

“When it’s my berfday party can my friends dress up how I want them?”

“Sure.”

Cripes almighty, that was a big promise that I hope he forgets, but he probably won’t, and I’ll have to deal with that when I get there, but I’m pretty sure all of the boys and dads won’t want to dress as princesses or cheerleaders (although that would be fun for me and my girlfriends to watch, I’m not going to lie).

The sassiest superhero of them all.

I loaded the pirate into the car.

Burgers. Bounce house. Bubbles. Then, face painting. The birthday girls, naturally, got to be first. Cookie’s Sister wanted to be Captain America. Cookie chose Spiderman. Up next? C.J., who was painted into one fierce Wonder Woman. The three gender creative superheroes got together for a picture.

“That’s so funny, the twins wanted to be boys and the boy wanted to be a girl,” I heard quite a few adult partygoers say.

Time for balloon animals. Cookie and her sister requested swords. C.J. wanted a pretty pink flower. While the girls waved their swords at C.J.  He sniffed his aromatic latex daisy.

Gift time! Cookie unwrapped the Super Hero Squad Headquarters that we got for her. Cookie’s Sister unwrapped the My Little Pony with baby pony and stroller. They both hopped up to hug C.J. in gratitude. They lingered and fought over who would release him first. When the embrace was done, C.J. turned to me in silent tears.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

“I want that My Little Pony.”

“When it’s your birthday you can get that My Little Pony,” I said, knowing that was a promise I could and would make good on.

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Allowing vs. Encouraging

Cheers to ah-mazing New York Times reporter Jan Hoffman for her recent article on parenting gender nonconforming kids. If you haven’t read it yet, check it out: “Boys Will Be Boys? Not in These Families” Share it via The New York Times site and/or leave a comment to support the writer and to let people know that this is an important issue that we want and need to read more about. Oh, and look for the Raising My Rainbow mention. Muah, Jan! We heart you!

A question for you…

This week I received a comment on one of my older posts titled “Teeth Cleaning and Tiaras.” The post was about C.J.’s trip to the dentist and the tiara that he selected out of the treasure chest post-visit for being a super-duper patient (which, at the age of four, means that he didn’t bite anybody when they put their hands in or around his mouth). Anyway, Raising My Rainbow reader Dannie wrote: “encouraging? or allowing? what is the difference?

What do you think of the comment? Is Dannie implying that my allowing C.J.’s gender nonconforming behaviors is okay, but encouraging them and him is excessive and not advisable? That’s what I take from the comment. Which made me think. My final thought? If you can turn encouraging a child into a bad thing, something is wrong with you, not me.  What do you say?

C.J.: "Daddy, can I make your shirt pretty?" C.J.'s Dad: "Sure" Love the glitter foam stickers. The best part? C.J.'s Dad forgot they were back there and wore the shirt all day.

Thanks for all of the comments you’ve been posted. C.J’s Dad and I read every single one, repeatedly. Know that! We’re thankful for every single one, even those like the one above.

And, finally….

Happy Father’s Day to C.J.’s Dad, a man who was born to be father and the best husband ever.

And, Happy Father’s Day to you too.

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