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Wednesday, June 26, 2019

What I Did When my 6-year-old Boy Wanted Pink Sparkly Shoes

Gomez never gets new stuff. He gets the stuff that survives Mars. Clothes, coats, skis, and shoes. Except, I suddenly realized the shoes he was wearing were beyond unreasonable. They were torn. They were too small. They looked like a homeless person took pity and took of theirs and offered them. And because I'm cheap and awful, I briefly considered whether he might get through the summer with sandals so we could avoid buying him shoes until school started.

But Gomez heard me say he needed new shoes and wanted them before camp started this week.

"Please, mommy?"

The only thing I'm more of than cheap and awful, is a sucker for that boy's sweet cheeks and even sweeter please.

So we went to the shoe store.

I'd told him that he could look for light-up sneakers and he wanted them to be velcro so he wouldn't have to tie his shoes. It had not occurred to me that he might pick out "girl" shoes.

*I've always said that my kids can do what they like and I've always thought if we had a transgender kid that we'd be the perfect people to do that because we don't care about anything but our kids being healthy and happy and exactly who they are. I had this wonderful vision of myself as so progressive and willing to accept my child determining that he was she or that he likes boys. I've painted their nails and dyed his hair.

But somehow this felt different. He picked out a pair of sparkling, glittering, pink, purple, and teal light-up Sketchers.

What if kids picked on him? He was set to go to a different school the next day to start a camp with kids around the community, a camp run by teenagers. What if the camp counselor, a teen, said something stupid like "those are girls shoes?" What if the kids picked on him? What if this was his "thing" now instead of being smart and capable, what if all they saw were his shoes?

"Let's look at other shoes too."

"But I want to try these on."

"Yes, and you can try them on but let's make sure we try on more than one pair so you can see which fit best and which you really like."

We walked the "boy" aisle. The prices went up and I felt my chest tighten. There had to be a simple pair of blue, light-up, velcro boy shoes for around the same price.

Then we saw the Superman and Spiderman shoes. They lit up. A solution. I figured he'd be sold in no time but I was torn. I am supposed to be progressive, damnit! And also, an occasional snob. Ever since my childcare provider said that she wouldn't buy Walmart trash shoes for her kids with characters on them I wanted nothing to do with character shoes. Which would win? Gender norms or snobbery? What race to the bottom was going on in my head? Yuck.

He tried the Spiderman shoes. I checked the price. We were in range. I began breathing a sigh of relief. Of course he'd pick the characters. They were trashy maybe, but not any worse that the ridiculous mohawk he'd convinced me to give him combined with the horribly torn apart homeless guy cast-off shoes he'd worn into the store. A little of my heart let down and I felt both relief and a bit of shame at my own reaction. I told myself I'd be okay with him getting the pink shoes. I just needed a few minutes to adjust. But the need was about to be averted.

"They're too big," he said and I felt, in his whine, the desire for the other shoes. I suspected my reluctance had made them even more attractive to him.

Teal sequins and a blue and silver sparkle tongue. What would people think? Would Rob think I should have just said "no"?

I helped him pull out the cardboard and paper packing in the shoe and try them on. A grin spread.

Huge. A huge grin.

"You have to put both shoes on to make sure they fit." I could feel myself shifting as I began rehearsing ways to justify the purchase. He really wanted them! and then laughter that you had to laugh along with. That's Gomez! It wasn't really any different than the blue hair dye. I could do this.

"They fit!"

I softened, his delight contagious. "Walk all the way down the aisle and back just to make sure."

He ran as fast as his little legs would carry him.

blurred pink, teal, and purple sparkly kids shoes
I pulled my phone out and texted him a hastily-snapped, blurry photo. No amount of blur could undo all that shine and flash. "Gomez wants these shoes. Thoughts?"

No response.

"They fit! Can I get 'em?"

"What are gonna do if kids tease you and say they're 'girl' shoes?"

I flashed to his male kindergarten teacher telling the kids pink wasn't a girl color and how he'd worn pink to prove it. Maestro Martinez wouldn't be at camp though.

"They're not! I'll tell them there's no such thing as girl colors."

"Ok, but what if lots of kids pick on you?"

"I don't care." he twisted confidently sideways as if to ward off the comments and protect the beautiful shoes from the fictional children picking on him. "I'll tell them to stop. And if they don't, I'll tell on them!"

I wished the camp counselor was going to be his Kindergarten teacher, knowing he'd already gone back to Spain.


As we approached the counter to pay, I felt excited for him, at the same time as a little of me hoped he'd change his mind. And then I regretted my hope. I'm supposed to not care about these things. There are no girl and boy colors. Something I'd repeated to my children many times.  Do you operate it with genetalia? Yes, Then it's not for children. No, then it's not for girls or boys; it's for both. Yet, here I was, fighting myself, not wanting him to wear the "girl" shoes, wanting him to not get picked on or seen as "a gay kid." Which is extra stupid since I really think I'd be unsurprised and perfectly pleased to find out someday that he's an actual gay kid.

"Gomez, if we buy these shoes, these are the shoes. If kids tease you and you come home and don't want them anymore, there's no going back. Once you wear them, these are the shoes."

"I know!"

I thought of a relative who had recently denied her three-year-old son the sparkly shoes he wanted to wear so that he wouldn't wear them at school. And those were gold, not even pink. Not to mention how far superior I think of her judgment as compared to my own.

"So, you want them? You're sure."

"YES," he handed the woman the box and grinned from ear to ear as I handed her my credit card. His excitement was so palpable no one could resist his smile.

I watched him run, RUN all the way to the car with the joy of his purchase.

That evening, I watched him speed off on his red bike wearing his red shorts and his red long sleeved fleece shirt, with his pink and purple and teal sparkle light-up shoes--his favorite outfit was complete. I thought of my own parents not allowing me to leave the house mixing red and purple or red and pink together.

I let him stay at the park by our house and walked the few houses down to ours. I saw our 18-year-old neighbor (male) wearing pink shorts and told him about Gomez's new shoes.

"I'm so glad to see you wearing those right now," I told him.

Four days later, he's still going strong on his love of the shoes. He gets up each morning and puts his clothes on so he can put his shoes on before he's even peed yet. He's still that excited about these shoes. And the unexpected part for me is, I feel this tremendous pride at his individuality. It swells in me every time I see the shoes. He's braver than me. I'd never have known I might face teasing and gone toward it.

Maybe, Gomez just is who he is and I'm awfully proud of the fact that he is willing to follow his own tastes no matter what anyone else thinks. And that's what I really think about when I look at his new shoes.

Friday, May 3, 2019

The Fourth Tooth

Dear Tobias,

So far this is the shortest time between two teeth I have lost. It is also the fourth tooth that I have lost! Anyways, I want to know how you are doing. I know I am doing well! How evern I want to know my mom's tooth fairy, Waterlilly. Also I want to know if you know my dad's tooth fairy's name and if you knew him.


Dearest Mars the Magic,

I am afraid I must be brief this night as there has been a problem with the fairies in my vicinity. We normally wake to each others’ instruments and the instruments are the song of our day which sets to motion the beating of our wings. However, about two weeks ago, I found myself the morning's soloist. No one else woke. Their instruments were all missing and each fairy lay motionless in bed that morning. My song has not been enough to wake my dozen closest neighbors. Worse still, I did not mind the frogs that morning and so they did not properly hatch. I am furiously working to find a way to make new instruments and rouse my fellow fairies, but the solutions will take time. I am glad you brought up your parents’ fairies. Perhaps I might visit them each for a remedy. Surely one of them will have ideas!

Mars, I am so glad to see you thriving and planting a garden. Until next time when I hope to share better news!

With love,
Tobias Hawthorne Gigglefoot VonRassmusson, III

Friday, March 29, 2019

Mars & His Tooth Fairy Part III

Mars lost a front tooth. This is what he wrote to his tooth fairy.

Dear Tobias,
I have been waiting to chat and I was wondering if your house was on earth. I am interested in your height because I think that it is so cool to lear about. I was also wondering what Gomez's* tooth fairy is named. Do you know how my friend Damien is doing?
*(my little brother)
Also, do tooth fairies have families or are they multiples of Queen Toothiana queen of the tooth fairy armies? As always, it is a joy to have you here at our house and talk to you. But all good things always come to an end. Until next time & bye!
P.S. Who is Donald Trump's tooth fairy?

What his tooth fairy wrote back:

Dearest Mars,
Front teeth are momentous and so I’m thrilled to come and fetch yours this night! You asked how large I am and that answer is not a simple one as it depends on which dimension I inhabit. I live on earth, yes, but it is as though time and space wrinkles apart for an instant to alert me when you have lost a tooth so that I may slip between worlds to come to yours and retrieve it. When I slide through, my body becomes the precise size necessary to carry the tooth and letter away, no bigger. But I think I am smaller here in my world and that if you could see me, I’d be about the size of your pinky nail. There’s no way to confirm this, of course.
And what of me? Well, I have busied myself of late with guiding the dartfrogs’ eruption from their eggs. I hasten the process and protect them from would-be predators until their poison is ready to do the defending and their feet are ready for hopping. When they lay glossy and helpless, I watch over them.
You asked of family. Fairies are formed inside geodes. Each time a child pretends especially hard, with a meandering purpose and a strong vision, a crystal forms inside a rock. The force of pretending bursts through time and space and splits a section of rock, forming a small crystal. The more pretending, the more fairies. When we are born from geodes very close to one another or at near the same time, we feel closer perhaps to one another. Perhaps we’re more like you and your friend Damien, so closely connected, so joyfully bonded that we are forever specially related. All fairies feel this way though. We adore playing and being together.
I cannot tell you much of other fairies as there is a final special bond between a fairy and his or her human that forms for the first time at the instant when a child loses his or her first tooth. I couldn’t possibly tell you of Gavin’s fairy as he hasn’t lost his first tooth yet. These things are unique and one never can tell just what will happen until it does.
Magnus, you are growing into a fine boy, strong, tall, and determined. Until next time, I can’t wait to see what you’re up to by then!
With love,
Tobias Hawthorne Gigglefoot VonRassmusson, III

Wednesday, November 7, 2018

The fun with Mars' tooth fairy continues! He wrote back to his fairy and chose what habit he wanted to get rid of. He chose sneakiness so this was his letter.

Dearest Mars,
          It’s been some time since I last collected a tooth at your house. I’m ever so pleased to come tonight to collect this one. You chose wisely the bad habit you are casting off. The tooth will help but it will be an effort for you as well. As the new tooth grows in, may you spend your efforts away from sneakiness as you said. Except Spy League, a little sneaking for Spy League is okay, I think. If the rules did not prevent our interacting directly, I should fly to you immediately and be in your Spy League. It sounds like ever so much fun.
It seems you have grown in your climbing. Why, you shan’t need to fly like I do, when you can climb like that!
          There is a last and sudden heatwave this year that is setting the dart frogs alight on their feet. They jump so high that we know they are about to rest. The heat is a farce. It will not last. The rainy season shall be upon us in no time. The frogs will expend the last of their energies jumping, then lay their eggs in the earth and rest until they hatch. And I will hang my hammock under the toadstools and play my bassolier and read. And before I know it, the rains will clear and there will be frog song for days. Thank you for your letter. I cherish such gifts.

Tobias Hawthorne Gigglefoot VonRassmusson, III

Tuesday, September 4, 2018

Birthday party "theme"

At breakfast we were discussing a problem with my son's upcoming birthday party. The plan had been to have the kids sleep in a pop-up camper but there's been a bear in our neighborhood lately attacking the trashcans, so I'm having visions of children needing to go to the bathroom and running into a bear. Or a bear attacking the camper with  me and six eight-year-olds and what on earth am I going to do exactly? So we're thinking we'll have the kids sleep in the house. But of course Mars wants a different option and so brings up how he and all the other eight year olds could just have knives to defend themselves. This is obviously both stupid and inadequate but he needs proof to be dissuaded.

This turned to a conversation about a bear attack Rob knew of where a man decided he was a bear whisperer and he and his girlfriend would "train" bears. He'd supposedly figured out how to read the bear's signals or some such stupidity that made a massive aggressive animal not ready to murder him. You can see where this is going. There was an audio recording. The man recorded himself and his girlfriend being eaten by the bear. I realized the conversation had taken a slightly terrifying turn and was like, "perhaps I should change the subject."

So I started talking about Mars's fortnite themed birthday party. I brought up the pinata.

And Gomez goes, "maybe we could get a bear eating a child pinata!"

Tuesday, August 21, 2018

7 Park Scavenger Hunt

I have had a major parenting win in the Fun department. Yesterday I was feeling stressed about not wanting to spend money but wanting to take the kids to do something fun. I put unnecessary stress on myself about money and the kids. They don't need fancy expensive outings. We had just as much fun yesterday as we've ever had in a day.

Here's what we did.

We set a goal of how many parks we wanted to go to. Seven. (Admittedly, this was too many and in the middle of the afternoon we ended up coming home to take a break and read and took a short nap so we didn't finish the list until 8 p.m.)

The kids had to do their morning routine list before leaving and they had to be helpful with getting out the door by packing up and fetching items we needed. They were so excited about the seven parks in one day that they gladly worked on filling water bottles and getting things out of the fridge and cupboard for snacks. We mostly got through the morning without incident which is amazing. Mornings can feel like a wackamole task-list where as soon as I walk away to put my clothes on, they fight over who gets to use the sink for toothbrushing or I get them started on eating and go to brush my teeth and they drag toys to the table and forget to eat. But it went smoothly. There was only like one time when one of them punched the other in the face. We got out the door relatively early.

I came up with a scavenger hunt for them to complete and we headed off. Here's the list.

1. Meet kids with first names that start with 3 different letters.

2. Pick out a colored pencil without peeking and find something that color. Draw it.

3. Learn about three plants you notice (I used my phone and told them about it and at the end of the day they had to tell me the names of each plant they learned about and tidbit about it.)

4. Climb a tree (not too high.)

5. Try new monkey bars.

6. Try going backwards on the monkey bars.

7. Hang upside down. This was my favorite and yielded lots of laughs. My older son loves hanging upside down and my younger one decided to drop to his hands and flip over. This led to my older son wanting to try the trick and about 20 minutes of hanging and flipping and laughing.

8. Picnic in three different locations.

9. Go down 5 different slides or 1 slide 5 times.

10. Spot 3 wildflowers.

11. Spot 3 bees. (We did a substitution here because I forgot and a really nice kid we met at one of the parks shared his kite and so we did fly a kite instead.)

12. Go to 7 parks in 1 day!

Finish the list for a PRIZE! (Prize was over snack at bedtime that they each got to pick an ebook off of Amazon to read on the Kindle.)

We're all tired today but it was a very successful and fun last day of summer vacation for us.

Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Tobias Hawthorne Gigglefoot VonRassmusson, III

Mars lost his first tooth just before turning 8. He put his tooth in an envelop, wrote his fairy a note letting her know his tooth still needed the blood cleaned off and saying "hi." He received a $2 bill a $5 bill and this note.

Dearest Mars the Magic,
I am your toothfairy, Tobias. I live under the Toadstool Forest in the hem of a gooseberry in faraway Gnufflefoxen off the tip of Hintermusselheim. I’m known for my ability to add twinkle to stars and freckles to noses. I play the psenobassolier which is a tiny horn made by poison dart frogs. When I play the frogs leap a whole extra 10 feet in the air and land on their own gigglefeet which is how they survive such lengthy falls.
I’ve waited precisely the right amount of time to introduce myself which I’m quite proud of especially due to the fact that waiting is such a difficult affair. Well worth the wait for your maturity as evidenced by your first lost tooth, I’m so very excited to collect it and leave you this extra special gift. It won’t always be so much money but since the initial tooth marks the passage of a unique milestone, you get extra.
You are now ready to grow up a little extra. Here’s the skinny on the toothfairy business. With the loss of each tooth, you have an opportunity to cast off one mistake or bad habit of your youth. I collect it inside the tooth and in grows the new habit with the new adult tooth. But you must set the intention to rid yourself of something and only certain things can be lost, like teeth. Your parents can guide you some in your choice of what to cast aside.
I’ve watched you a long time now and know how you’ve grown to be so strong and courageous over time. I’m glad to be your fairy and watch you grow bigger.

Do keep landing on your gigglefeet (though you shan’t jump 10 extra feet,) and I’ll be back soon for the next tooth.

Tobias Hawthorne Gigglefoot VonRassmusson, III

He then spent twenty minutes this morning looking at photos of fairies on nanny cams. This is a blast!