womens lib.... the two year old version
Sage lured me upstairs to the Lego Lair to view his latest "future village creation". The littlest urchin followed- taking the steps two at a time with the excitement of being "invited" into the off-limits brothers room. I admired, with awe, yet again- the amazing creative wonderland that 20 quiet minutes can build in Sage's imagination.
Meanwhile, the littlest one picked up a pretend drill, quietly side-step shuffled over to the brothers bed and stood aloft with drill in hand only to proudly shout "I a MAN... I a FIXIN' MAN!" and proceeded to "pretend drill" into the wall beside the bed.
Shock, hurt, awe- MY shock at her thinking that to "fix" she had to be a "man".
So I said- "you know what sweet thing?... you can still be a "Fixer" if you are a girl!"
I smiled thinking, "the lightbulb will shine any second now when she realizes how great it is that she doesn't HAVE to pretend to be a man"
"But Momma... I a GUY... I want to BE A GUY; a FIXIN' GUY"
"but honey pie, I just want you to know that GIRLS can fix things too... they can do a GREAT job fixing anything!"
She sighed in frustration and turned to me... and in sympathy said
"Don't wowwy mom... I be alright..."
Shame on me. She'll be more than alright... she'll be whoever the hell she wants to be and she'll be great at it.