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In the Pink

After my blog yesterday I suddenly came down with a headcold, it came on like a tidal wave of fogginess and a streaming nose! I couldn't think clearly enough to write anything. Kept trying to finish a layout I had started the day before, but just couldn't get my thoughts co-ordinated. Spent a lot of the day ragging on the boys to clean their room, especially Erik, who had been caught feeding himself out of MY special yogurt (geez, I'm like my dad), and then had hopped out of his bedroom window when left alone in his room to tidy it as repayment for eating MY yogurt...


I still feel feverish today, but am determined to do something more constructive with my day...
So, here is the first of those many blogs I promised you guys yesterday...


Look at my beautiful boy, isn't he just heavenly!!! This is an outfit I bought of ebay this last week, and it arrived the day before yesterday. It's so bright and cheerful and comfy for him - being both short sleeved and made from terry... I just love it!
Not only that, but it represents a recent struggle within me to get past PINK being a girls colour...


I've been talking it large lately about how children should be able to wear all colours that suit them and they like without it having any bearing on their personality or gender assignment or whatever. Recently Target launched the summer range of boys clothing, with a fair chunk of it being in a pastel salmon pink. One t-shirt even emblazoned with the slogan, "Tough boys were Pink" (and a skull and cross bones, just to drive the fact home, LOL)...


And yet, I can't help but see my boy in this outfit and feel the need to JUSTIFY putting him in it both to myself and others! It's not a dress (though boys should be able to wear dresses too), it's not frilly or covered in flowers and bows, it's not even entirely pink, and yet, I worry that people may think I'm TRYING to turn him into a girl because I've expressed so often how much I would have liked a daughter.

I've heard terrible stories of insane mum dressing their boys up as girls throughout childhood, and convincing the boy he is a girl. These kinds of stories always have me questioning my own motives for dressing Bryn in pink. But I have no desire to change his personality or gender. I just really like pink and feel I should be allowed to dress my child in pink, or any other colour of my choosing.

Pink is JUST a colour, it has no power to change a person's personlity or gender.

There, I think I've gotten all the social conditioning out of my system...

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