This is a guest post from Tamara Olsen, who is featured in our April edition of the magazine!! Read her story here in the magazine: http://joom.ag/wiYQ
It was the day before Thanksgiving and I was twenty weeks pregnant, half-way there! It was the glorious stage where morning sickness had subsided, but my cute little baby bump wasn’t blocking my view of my toes yet. We were at the OBGYN’s office for the mid-pregnancy utlrasound. We oohed and awed as each of our baby’s tiny features came into view. Near the end of the tour, out technician asked if we wanted to know the *gender.
I hesitated. I had been going back and forth since we found out we were expecting. I wanted so badly to avoid the heavily gendered baby products that seemed to fill department stores shelves. And I knew that if no one knew what we were having, they would stick with the more tasteful, gender neutral options. But I’m terrible at surprises and couldn’t stand not knowing, so I said yes.
“Look at that flag pole, a real third leg! Looks like you’re having a boy!” Even amidst my excitement, I couldn’t help but cringe at his delivery. We were having a boy! There was the option to find out and not tell, but I’m also terrible at secrets. Plus, I figured our friends and family knew us well enough that I didn’t really need to worry.
Well I was wrong. The very first baby outfit we received was a pair of camo pants matched with a onesie that said, “Ladies Man”. We got another set that featured bulldozers and the phrase “Tough Like Daddy”. What if my son didn’t want to be tough or a flirt or any of the other stereotypes these products encouraged. I felt like dressing him in these clothes and surrounding him with all “boy” products would be telling him that I expected him to be a certain way.
Children learn who they are through play. They can imagine a million different worlds where they play a million different roles. If I, as a parent, purchase only toys and clothing designated for boys, I limit those roles. I began to shape my son into a specific little boy mold that society has perpetuated through these products. And I worry that if he didn’t fit this mold, he would feel out of place or even inferior.
He is only seven weeks old. So for now, I can control everything that enters his little world. I can filter out anything that I feel like supports these stereotypes. But I know I can’t do that forever. I hope he grows to be discerning enough and confident enough to do this for himself. That he won’t be swayed by the idea that pink packaging is off limits. I hope that he can take a stance and show his peers the joy of living outside of these pervasive restrictions. I hope he can be an example.