Here is my son, holding our sourdough baby, Clay. Clay’s pronouns are they/them.
I find parenting a challenge and a huge responsibility. One of the biggest responsibilities I give myself is to raise my child to be more understanding and less ignorant than I am and was.
Here are some of the things I do as a parent:
I am learning and teaching him about people of genders other than male and female
I point out how white movies and tv shows are and express my frustration at it and aim to only watch shows and movies a POC in the top 5 billing
I try not to associate male/female with reproductive organs, instead I’ll say “people with penises” or “people with ovaries”
I speak openly about white supremacy, racism and the shit and violence that black and brown people face because of the colour of their skin
I hope I’m am teaching him to be mindful of consumerism, actually I know I am because he is my voice of reason with some items
I call my child “my child” sometimes as opposed to “my son”
I am teaching myself to address my friends by their pronouns and correct myself. I am starting to talk with the people around me who don’t use their pronouns. When we named Clay last summer I told Dolor that Clay would be they/them. I did this so we could learn and practice using the they/them pronoun at home. He corrects me now.
I teach and try to model kindness.
I let him hear my anger.
That’s all I can think of right now. I’m doing my darnedest to not raise a fragile, privileged person... while also doing my darnedest to give him many privileges. See, parenting is hard!
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