As the story goes, before Nadi was born I had no idea we would have a boy (just my dreaded gut feeling) and now, even though I still make secret trips to the little girl aisles at baby shops to stare at the adorable little dresses with bows and frills, I can safely say that having a boy has been amazing, especially accessory wise. And from the start he has been a boy-boy. Not one of those tiny little babies so wrapped up that everyone has to ask the gender. Everyone- unanimously agreed that he was a real little boy. Happily I delved into the world of the little male stuff- little socks with trains on them- the polo shirts, calf length shorts, funky t shirts, caps, sport wear; basically all stuff that makes it clearer than ever, that this boy thing is not half bad.
So imagine my dismay and surprise and amusement when three times in the last week, I have been told what a “pretty/cute little girl” I have. Once I was amused, once a bit annoyed and the last time, I couldnt help but ask why they thought so. Apparently he is “so fair” and has such “pretty eyelashes” and has such “lovely hair”- all programmed ideas on what little girls should be all about, hence the assumption. When I mentioned the incidents to k, wondering out loud how we see him as such a typical little boy-he suddenly recalled being scarred for life when at the very developing stage of 12, when he met one of his mom’s friends who told him what a pretty girl he would have made. Go figure- this is just history repeating itself.