Children see magic because they look for it.
— Christopher Moore
Childhood is fleeting. I struggle with the fact that Isaac is soon to be 2. Before I know it he’ll be off to school, then uni or work and then be married with kids of his own.
A lot of people are preoccupied with ‘boys’ and ‘girls’ roles, toys, clothes. Asking if they have a ‘girl/boyfriend’. Whether they’ll be scientists or princesses or footballers.
I’m a woman who works in STEM. I’m not by any means a girly girl (whatever that is). I don’t do make up often, I don’t give a hoot about fashion but I was desperate to be a mum and a wife and all those ‘girl’ dreams. As such, I’m a firm believer in finding your own path. Find your support network and follow your dreams. Why then do we try and pigeon hole kids into preconceived boxes?
Derek and I agreed, straight off the bat, that any child of ours would not be pigeon holed. We don’t conform to the gender roles society expects of us so why should our children. Daughter or son would know that nothing was out of their reach. A daughter could be a footballer, scientist or engineer like mummy. A son a dancer, a nanny or stay at home dad.
As such when Isaac arrived we made an effort to not push certain toys, colours, slogans, etc. If he ever wanted a doll he would get it, the pink dog (Skye) from Paw Patrol is his preferred member of the gang, hes got a kitchen and follows his dad around cleaning with the wee hoover. However, cars and anything with wheels are his absolute favourite… we hadn’t even bought him a car at first when he was drawn to his pram wheels.
What I’m saying is he found his thing himself. We let him be a child and will continue to do so. Let kids be kids and don’t try and make them something they’re not… they have their whole life to live. If your boy rocks pink you tell him. If your little girl wants to play with a football over a doll prepare to get muddy. That’s the joy of children, they see infinite possibilities… let them explore them.
Children must be taught how to think, not what to think.
— Margaret Mead