I’ve been hearing this term faaaaaar too much recently:
Oh please… Zzzzzz.
Who comes up with this stuff?
Why do we have to find a label for everything these days?
Can’t we just rejoice in the fact that we live in a society that will accept whichever gender orientation our kids hormonal compass will eventually point them in?
Why does it need to be a ‘thing?’
Here is our little GIRL, wearing her favourite Paddington Bear PJ bottoms, with a non-matching PJ top, topped off with a Spider-Man make up do.
And yes. She’s in the park.
(Anything seems to go on this holiday!! #dutchfashion)
Because that’s her favourite way to be.
She ain’t gender neutral people: she’s a girl.
And her bestest colour in the whole wide world?
Do we need to beat a drum and perform a little song and dance about it?
I don’t mind that shops divide their clothing or shoes like they do.
It doesn’t insult us! It’s really a short walk over to the other side of the aisle…
Our 3 year old has no concept of ‘His ‘n’ Hers’, because we, her parents, don’t mention it. And before the campaigners rejoice, it’s not because we believe that she is Gender Neutral!!
We can often be found rooting around in the ‘boys gear ‘ for t-shirts with fire engines on, or blue trainers.
In fact her favourite pants are her ‘boyfronts’ she pinched from her best mate Stephen (-They have a digger on…)
CLEARLY #manstuff hmmm…
Lila also loves her 50-shades-of-pink- princess- fairy- taffeta dress monstrosity job too . And between 3.30pm-4pm on a Wednesday she can be found skipping about ballerina style in a pink leotard.
No sweat people.
But please… Gender Neutral kids? 😾
Enough with the labels – ya killin’ me.
Let kids be kids.
Perhaps rather than banding around a new label, we should just go with the flow, and let our kids lead us. Being ‘neutral’ implies a lack of identity, a lack of meaning and indecision. No child deserves to be identifiable by those wishy washy terms.