We’re on day number 4 of dresses here. I think that Mere was right when she said that Q knew I had this place as a support community, so he’s going full-tilt with the dresses. Or perhaps it’s the weather. Whatever it is, he’s lovin’ them, and I’m working my way through all of the internal dialogue, fears, etc that come along with mothering a boy in a dress.
I said I’d say a word about solidarity. It has meant so much to me, as we encounter folks we know while Q is in a dress to NOT have to deal with strange looks. Two places in particular, I expected looks, but my poor estimation of people’s generosity, open-mindedness, and humanity came right back at me as these folks either said nothing or gave Q a big smile and noted how great it is to be able to get dressed for spring!
Beyond these experiences, there have been folks like T who have taken clear actions in solidarity with me and the boy. On Q’s first day at school in a dress, she brought her little guy to pick up dressed in his gorgeous apron. It hangs down like a skirt and is quite becoming. She noted that it was to support Q, as she usually takes off the apron before leaving the house. Simple things like that mean so very much. And I actually find myself looking forward to the other acts of solidarity that I’m sure are to come. This feels, to a certain extent, like my own little grassroots movement, and the supporters, like T and her little one, are slowly coming out of the woodwork. It means so much to me. More importantly, although he might not know it, it means so much to Q, as the community of support around him and his unique self grows and stands firm. So thanks. And I look forward to continuing to open my mind so that I can see those other acts of solidarity and support that are, I’m sure, to come.