It’s our third day back at school. I have precisely 14 minutes before it’s time to up sticks and leave to pick Freddie up.
It’s our third day back at school. The third day of Freddie wearing a skirt to school. Let me stop ya right here…Freddie is not my transgender child. That’s Izzy. Izzy is transgender. Freddie is, well, Freddie is Freddie and Freddie does what feels good for Freddie. And what feels good right now – is wearing a skirt.
Freddie wears his skirts long and flowing. He wears his skirts (one belongs to Izzy, one is from the dress up box, and one is a donation from my wardrobe which my mum took in for him during the hols) with one of several long sleeved shirts. He wears his shirts buttoned up to the collar. He wears his collar with either a bow tie or a regular tie. Freddie chooses striped socks pulled up and black dress shoes we bought him for my sisters wedding. On top of this he wears a long blue wizard like dressing gown. Hooded. He is utterly and totally happy.
I can see that people are wondering, what the F is going on here? First the little one and now the big one? Where did they spend the holidays – some kind of re-gendering camp? Let me ease your minds. When Freddie was almost three we lived with his Nana, Freddie adores his Nana and very much enjoyed dressing up in her high heels and “borrowing” her t-shirts to wear as dresses. There was “peachy” and “stripy”, two tops I remember well. He’s always been happy to slip in to a dress/skirt/heels… At kindergartens he wore nail polish and drew a little following of boys who also came with their nails done.
Freddie is a boy who has the confidence and the inclination to wear attire that is considered feminine. Freddie has been brought up hearing “It isn’t what’s on the outside that counts, it’s what’s on the inside”, “Do we judge people for the way we look? No, that’s silly. We judge people on how they act”.
This post has been sitting in my drafts folder waiting for some love, and hear it is three weeks later. Freddie is still wearing skirts and shirts, but we seem to have misplaced the tie! Here’s what I’ve learnt – kids are really, really accepting. With the exception of the very few who have something unkind to say to almost everyone smaller than them, NO ONE CARES that Freddie is wearing a dress. As far as I can see, they just see Freddie. It’s just another little character trait that makes up one of their school mates.
I find it interesting, because even my mum, who as I’ve said before is 100% supportive and loving, finds it difficult not to encourage Freddie to wear more “ordinary” clothes to school. It’s intriguing is it not? It was only in the early 20th century that woman began to wear trousers, even then it was frowned upon – but before that, just not accepted, any way or any form. Is it not just the same now – why shouldn’t men be able to wear skirts or dresses? In many countries men wear dresses – right? So it’s just cultural and cultures evolve over time. I LOVE that my kid walks his own path.
I honestly never imagined motherhood would be such a period of evolution – the person my children have made me, is not the one who stood before.