Monday, December 30, 2013

Your Pretty Is Her Handsome



When Carley and I were talking about having a baby, our number one wish is that our child would be an individual. Someone who freely marched to the beat of her own drum. The universe heard our intention and obliged, giving us a perfectly unique and amazing daughter who, at the age of four, completely knows herself. This is not her first rodeo and with every passing day we see that she intends to make each moment count. She is as quirky and full of personality as we could have ever wished and we delight in her eccentricities.

The biggest bonus to being a girl raised by a butch/femme couple is that all the options are on the table every day. You want to be a ballerina in a pink tutu, be our guest. You want to play with Tonka trucks in the dirt, go for it. Because we do not censor her sartorial choices or guide her into traditional "girl" activities and pursuits, she has been able to pick and choose how she wants to present herself without the knowledge, let alone concern, that she is not subscribing to the correct gender role.

This is serious people...no snickering in the back please! More and more parents are realizing the damaging effects of forcing children gender stereotypes defined by society. Parenting books line the bookstore shelves describing how to maintain a gender neutral framework in which a child can thrive and grow into the person they are meant to be. Research shows that boys suffer as a result of having their emotional lives extinguished. Boys tend to act out aggressively instead of expressing their feelings in a positive way. Many studies have shown that much of boys' apparent lack in social and emotional intelligence is due to environmental influence, to stereotypes about how boys should be raised, and to peer pressure. By telling your son that dolls are only for girls, are you making an indelible impression on him that only women care for babies? By not allowing him to try on the pink wellies in the department store, are you sending him the message that the clothing that he gravitates towards is shameful?

The same dangerous gender stereotypes exist for girls. Sunglasses are required in order to step inside most toy stores as the blinding pink and purple packaging are an arrest to the senses. I won't go into the offensiveness of Barbie and Bratz products as that has been done for a decade and seems rather obvious. Blah, blah, blah, launch into feminist rhetoric? No, not really. I will just summarize by saying that most of us already know that stereotypes laid out for girls and women have been damaging to our self esteems. Notions that we must only reach as high as to grab the all purpose flour from the shelf dashed many of our grandmothers' ambitions to be a business executive. Barbie and her impossible silhouette made us all squint into the mirror and then quickly look away. The princess phenomenon has a generation of girls waiting in anxious anticipation for their handsome prince to bring the sunshine and sort out all of life's problems. The reality is, women wear pants now, have the right to vote, run hugely successful businesses and are professional athletes. Generation by generation, we are proving that anything you can do, I can do better. Then why does the term "tomboy" still exist? Why all this fuss when a girl prefers to describe herself as handsome rather than pretty?

At a family gathering recently Camille was wearing a particularly dandy outfit which included a pair of Dickensian knickers, a velvet sport coat, button-up shirt and a bow tie with rockets and planets. She was so thrilled to show off her special outfit and went around to to everyone exclaiming that she was so handsome. Most of the family members smiled and hugged her warmly but one guy told her sternly "girls are not handsome, they are pretty". My heart raced as our eyes met after he uttered the last word...pretty. Luckily the comment went over Camille's head and she ran off to find her favorite cousin. I opted to take the diplomatic door and not make a scene but that moment created a firestorm of emotion. Come to find out, the family is deeply concerned that Camille is being raised with a confused notion that she has the option to wear ties and call herself handsome. It appears that we should make her feel that her choices are shameful and not appropriate for someone born as a girl. Can someone please send a letter to Diane Keaton and let her know that ties are not to be worn by women?! While you're at it, please notify Merriam-Webster that their definition of handsome as "pleasing to look at" should be changed to "a man who is pleasing to look at".

This idea that we are committing child abuse by allowing our child to express herself through her language, clothing and interests is disturbing and hurtful to say the least. As parents, we are here to create an environment where our child feels confident to be herself. The confidence that she learns and exercises now will get her through life's struggles and empower her to defend herself against people who try and antagonize her in the future. We refuse to create an atmosphere of shame and ridiculous, stereotypical boundaries for her. We have adopted a new mantra - don't like it, don't look. Our happy, well adjusted kid does not need gender stereotypes!

 
oxo-n



Saturday, December 28, 2013

Our One Room Schoolhouse


Life is funny how it works. One minute you are biting at your fingernails because situations seem to have spun out of control and all of a sudden the smoke clears and you realize that all those plates had to shift in order to create a new mountain of opportunity. That is kind of what has happened in our lives lately. Several months ago, my chief source of work just sort of evaporated and left me wondering exactly what to do next. Then Camille started having some issues at her preschool and we realized that until she was eligible for the transitional kindergarten program at our local Spanish immersion school, that I could just keep her at home with me. It's exciting, this notion of reconnecting with someone we have been watching grow and transform before our very eyes with only a fraction of input from us. So there we were, standing on the edge of this uncharted territory wondering what to do next.



I started researching preschool curriculum out there and really stumbled on a goldmine for those of us who are of this planet and not super heroes. The program is called Mother Goose Time and is an all inclusive preschool package that comes in a school bus box each month. The idea is brilliant! Every day is laid out for you with reading, math, science, social skills and art included in daily bags.
The whole concept really takes the worry out of homeschooling little ones. It's not that I am unwilling to put in extra work researching lessons and projects but the reality is, after "school" all day, preparing meals and maintaining the house...WHERE'S THE TIME? This program is a Godsend and with interesting themes and adorable illustrations, it was a no brainer for me.






Our January box finally arrived and I was just as pleased as I thought I would be. I set about building a school room in our dining nook in the kitchen with all of the posters and projects included in the box. This thing was loaded with good stuff! So much so, that I had to kind of pull back a little since it still has to function as a family space once the school bell rings. Camille took to the idea right away and started inventing her own projects with the scraps that lay about. Anything could happen, but my crystal ball is telling me that this is going to be a very fun and fulfilling seven months for all of us!

oxo-n

Saturday, December 14, 2013

We're Back With New Adventures!



Years fly by here in Momland. Camille has sprouted several inches, put on a few pounds and added 200 or more necessary and sometimes amusing words to her vocabulary. She is more quirky and hilarious with every passing day.

She just finished her first year of what we loosely refer to as preschool and sadly, we have not been too impressed with the results so we decided to save some money and try our hands at home school...yes, you read right, HOME SCHOOL! I never thought I would have considered it but we are in desperate need of a little reprogramming with love and kindness before she joins the real world of public school. So off we go! I am planning to capture the highs and lows of this journey, if I can fit it in between sewing for my new business and teaching the future president of America how to read.

oxo-n

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Sound of Silence



Growing up in the woods, I get antsy when the miles of concrete around me sizzle in the summer heat so Camille and I ventured out into the wilderness recently to see what we could see. And what we saw was surprisingly silent and beautiful. It is amazing that just 16 miles from our doorstep along the Angeles Crest Highway, this legit brand of nature exists! The ironic thing is that before I was born, my parents lived on and built the Pacific Crest Trail which runs through the Angeles Crest. Things go full circle as usual.




It was her first time out in the woods in the summer and she really dug it...especially the little creek running through one of the trail areas that we stopped. When I was little we always had a pair of what we called "steam waders" which amounted to last year's tennies that we used to stomp around in the creeks without cutting our feet on the rocky bottom. She was pretty surprised when I told her to just wade in in her sneakers and kept insisting that I take them off for her. When she finally relented, her eyes lit up as if she was being allowed to do something naughty just for this occasion!







Little frog, only about an inch long!! There were tons of them hopping all over the creek bed.



It was so nice to see tiny frogs, beautiful butterflies, crazy squirrels and quick little water skeeters with Camille. Watching her trip out more with each discovery. Thanks to a couple of friendly park visitors, we managed to steer clear of the huge clumps of poison oak that littered the trail banks. We didn't have it where I grew up so I was grateful for their info. Wouldn't that have sucked?!

Eyeing the tiny pine cones and contemplating eating them?




We came home loaded down with souvenirs from our adventure...acorns of all shapes and sizes (they
make a great tea set as Ms. Cam discovered), itty bitty pine cones and bits of white granite. But the best souvenir of all was the Zen-like calm my little terror had for the rest of the day. Thank you Mother Nature!


Did I say Zen? Maybe I meant Zombie!

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Little Roller Girl


So we have now learned that Camille's love for shoes extends to roller skates. Roller skating is tricky for those of us who have been walking for 30+ years, you can only imagine how it must be for someone who has only had her legs under her for just over a year. Neverthless, this minor obstacle did not stop her from wanting to roller skate with the big kids on a recent outing to the roller rink. This kid kills me.




PS. Is it really possible that roller rink decor has remained unchanged since my fourth grade year? Gotta love it!

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Get Back To Where You Once Belonged

It is a trip having a kid...just plain and simple. It makes you try with all your might to remember back when you were their age and what it felt like. Before this hostile world started chipping away at the soft parts of your being and before those chips made you go to the flea market and pick up some right nice armour to protect yourself. Oh I know that sounds dramatic but lets face it, having a two year old makes you realize that you have somehow become a dried up, jaded ol' crone without even noticing. And more than that, it makes you strive to get back to where you once belonged so they can stay like this forever.

All of this reflecting lately has made me so glad my hi-tech mom found Dropbox and has been scanning photos from my childhood. It is so cool to walk down memory lane at the same time you are helping your own kid create memories of her own. It turns out that even 38 years doesn't change much in the way of family.

Dad in Viet Nam before he met mom

Mom in Berkeley before me

Carl and Augs, SF 2007

Me and Augs, LA 2008

Mom and me, Rocky Point, OR 1973

Camille and me, LA 2009

Me, Palm Springs 1974

Camille and me, Palm Springs 2010

Wendy and me on my 2nd birthday 1975

Camille, Carl and me on her 2nd birthday 2011


Friday, September 30, 2011

The Doggy Days Of Summer

 

At last we have found a dog beach that doesn't reek of stinky poo and have you clutching your baby tight to keep her out of the galloping labradors' line of fire. It is called Arroyo Burro County Beach, aka Hendry's Beach and it is the beach that dogs and dog mamas and obbis dream of.






As usual, Camille set to work spreading her sand dreams all over my obsessively anti-sand world but I am starting to learn to live with the gritty reality that beach = sand = lovely family time. I have a bit of the OCD, what can I say?! I have recently found a beach blanket that has a one-way ticket for sand and I intend to get one as soon as our ship comes in.




All in all, the day was delightful except for the pair of couples that planted themselves between us and the beach and decided to have a big suck-face session. I mean come on people, is that necessary?? I guess no matter how Zen I strive to become, there will always be a part of me that remains the jaded San Francisco gal. It is endearing, right?