First off, I’d just like to issue a disclaimer that this is NOT a deep, philosophical post that will analyze the impact of gender identification on children. I am also not any kind of therapist whatsoever. I took Psych 101 and Child & Adolescent Psychology in college– neither of these make me any sort of expert. What I am is an observent, straight-talking woman who has watched more than a few boys grow up and grow up well.
So here you go.
Most boys, at some point or other, will gravitate toward something girly. Might be a boa. Might be a wedding veil. Could be something flashy and pink.
If you observe a preschool dress-up station, you will see boy after boy after boy reaching for the shiny baubles, sparkling heels, and froufy hats.
Some will be tall boys, some will be short. Some will be athletic, some will be artsy. Some will be outgoing, some will be shy.
All will be normal.
Here is a simple truth: girls’ dress-up clothes? Tend to be fun. The textures, the finishes, and the colors are all more enticing than the fireman’s hat or cowboy holster. It just it what it is.
Little boys who crave lace and feathers and glitter? Are not destined to be wimpy or wussy or gay.
The absolute truth of the matter is this…
The only little boys I’ve ever seen harmed by girls’ dress-up clothes? Were the ones whose parents (often fathers) made a big honkin’ deal out of it. (This is because shame will hurt a child far more than a pair of pumps.)
So chill. Laugh. Take a picture if you’d like.
But don’t sweat it. Little boys in boas? Are nothing to fear.