Being a parent is hard. There are so many conversations we have to have, so many things that it’s up to us to explain. Baylor asked me who made God at TWO YEARS OLD.
That was a fun car ride.
Since there’s a lot of confusion and these are such tricky and treacherous waters, I just thought I’d try to offer a few steps to walk you through handling a transgender boy in your son’s troop, should that day come.
1. Find out that kid’s name. QUICKLY Y’ALL DO IT.
2. Take your child up to this child after learning his name and say, “(Your child’s name here), this is (other child’s name here). He’s in your troop now.”
3. Continue your regularly programmed scoutsing.
4. No, really. That’s probably it. Kids are way cooler than adults, so if you’re cool, your kid will be extra cool. Cooler than cool*. If for some reason it becomes a true struggle, a super simple explanation (one that doesn’t in any way have to include the discussion of private parts) is usually enough to make most kids happy. Don’t worry about “making them think they can just change too”- trust me, it doesn’t work that way.
Bonus step: Smile and say hi to the person who brought the new kiddo because they are probably a bit on edge. It’s never fun being the new parent on the block.
And that’s it! You made it. Pick up your “decent human being” badge** on the way out!
**I lied about the badges. I’m sorry. It was creative license. Or something. If you’re really upset I’ll make you one. But it’ll be paper and you won’t love it.
The day winds down.
There’s been bad news. There’s been bumps.
But under your roof, in your walls.
Hold tight to what’s there.
The plague is upon our house. We are 80% contamination.
I was the first to usher the plague in, and therefore I was the first to recover.
I am playing nurse a house full of various degrees of sick.
One on the more severe end, involving spoonfuls of crushed ice every five minutes.
My house is in chaos, and I am inexplicably at peace.
Today we returned to work from our fifth winter break since beginning our homeschool journey. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about where we’ve been and where we’re going on this education journey with the kids, and it occurred to me just how much this one decision has changed our family and, to my surprise, the way I parent. I thought I’d share a few things I’m learning along the way. Continue reading
This weekend in Tennessee is tax free weekend, meaning all school supplies are not only exempt from sales tax, but also on sale almost everywhere. With the sales comes the checkout, and with checkout almost always comes the usual, well-meaning questions from cashiers.
“Are you excited for school?”
“What grade are you in?”
“What school are you attending?”
If your child has made it past infancy, you’ve almost certainly been there (if you haven’t, pin this for later…just in case): your kid has been that kid. The one that makes the bad choice. The one that bit just two days after you said they’ve never even considered biting. The one that calls another child a horrible name, the one that becomes the talk of the school. The one that does something that you had labeled “not in MY house.”