Things have gotten comfortable around here lately. And by that I mean, I’ve gotten comfortable. I think that we’ve made it through many of the potentially discomforting situations, such as Q wearing a skirt to school, wanting to play mostly with girls, explaining stereotypes to peers, me answering questions about his clothing choices, etc.
And with that comfort comes a bit of a sense of ease. A feeling of “let me kick back and put my feet up for a while.” But when I have those thoughts, I definitely am want to think twice. I think it’s when I get too comfortable that I forget to look out, forget to anticipate what might be to come, whether it be a few words that we should say to Q about how rarely-seen relatives think about toys or how folks might receive his new earrings (they are fabulous, of course!).
I’m not saying that I should never rest, relax, sit back, but I do think that parenting Q in this domain takes a bit extra, perhaps a heightened level of alertness or awareness. And I don’t begrudge him that, or the world that, or anything. In fact, I sort of see it as me doing my part to open minds and to help make the world a great and comfortable place for him.
So here we are, at a bit of a plateau. Not sure what is next, but I know there will be something. So for now, I think I might just put those feet up for a moment. Or two.