a small, sweet, story:
yesterday i was outside playing with my BFs nieces. they are a 9 year old, and two 5 year old twins, all girls.
the "youngest" (the smallest) of them, came up to me after about an hour of playing and said "danni, you look a lot like a girl... even though you're wearing guy cloths. are you a girl?"
a little surprised by the question i just stood up, and looked at her for a moment. then said " right now, i'm something in between" she responded "oh! you're like a tom boy, right?!" i just laughed and said "not quite" and she ran off to play again.
after we all went inside from the few hours of playing in the backyard the one that asked the question came up to me again and tugged on my shirt, i looked down and smiled she smiled back and said "you're a girl, i know it"
i smiled again and sent her to the dinner table with her sisters and promptly went upstairs, almost crying... in a good way.
the end :P
Aaaw.. ^_^ I like this.
So very sweet,,,
A similar thing happened to me just the other day.
:)
Children always know how to get to the heart of a matter. Reminds me of another quote by the man who wrote my signature quote-
"Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to have to explain things to them always and forever." -Antoine de Saint Exupery
so very sweet, and such a heartwarming experience! Thank you for sharing this :)
^^ that's sweet.
Sometimes children see a lot more than adults give them credit for.
My 3 year old nephew consistently calls me "he". He is convinced I am a boy. His parents (my sister and her wife) have corrected him and told me I am a girl, his aunt. For about one day he has called me "she", with a look in his eyes that clearly said he thought it silly.
The last 2 times I was there, he called me "he" again.
My girlfriend is quite masculine looking as well, and he calls her "she", so it's not just that I look masculine, it's something more he is unconsciously responding to.
Very sweet, thank you for sharing
Cindy
Working retail, I absolutely hate the children who are set free to destroy my merchandise.
I absolutely love the outspoken little children who, either directly to me, directly to their mother, or who have the courtesy to wait until they're no longer in my presence (but easily heard in their oft-used outdoor voices) 'ARE YOU A BOY?' 'MOMMY WAS THAT A BOY' etc. It leaves some women very embarrassed. I genuinely laugh and smile because it's so direct and human.
I'm happy for you, that's a beautiful story. Sounds promising.
Quote from: Autumn on June 08, 2009, 04:26:43 AM
Working retail, I absolutely hate the children who are set free to destroy my merchandise.
I absolutely love the outspoken little children who, either directly to me, directly to their mother, or who have the courtesy to wait until they're no longer in my presence (but easily heard in their oft-used outdoor voices) 'ARE YOU A BOY?' 'MOMMY WAS THAT A BOY' etc. It leaves some women very embarrassed. I genuinely laugh and smile because it's so direct and human.
I'm happy for you, that's a beautiful story. Sounds promising.
I can totally relate to this. I used to work retail and got that all the time.
Quote from: Autumn on June 08, 2009, 04:26:43 AM
Working retail, I absolutely hate the children who are set free to destroy my merchandise.
I absolutely love the outspoken little children who, either directly to me, directly to their mother, or who have the courtesy to wait until they're no longer in my presence (but easily heard in their oft-used outdoor voices) 'ARE YOU A BOY?' 'MOMMY WAS THAT A BOY' etc. It leaves some women very embarrassed. I genuinely laugh and smile because it's so direct and human.
I'm happy for you, that's a beautiful story. Sounds promising.
I can relate too. I also work retail and unbridled children think my self check out units are video games for their amusement.
Danni. Out of the mouthes of babies shall come the truth, unbridled and unwhite washed.
Janet
My little cousin is 5 years old and yesterday we were having a water baloon fight with my dad and he gave each of us 2 water balloons and then ran back over to me and said that boys stay with boys. I was expecting him to go back with my dad but he smiled at me and threw them at my dad and told me to do the same.
Danni, that's very sweet, thank you for sharing! ;D
Such a sweet story... :)
As far as I remember, my little brother (English term is "cousin", I think) always called me "he". Our older brother was at the college, so he heard that older members of the family usually talk about D. So he thought that D. was my name! :)
And he always called me D, althought everyone corrected him "No, that's not D. That is your sister. She's not a boy."
He would always just nod his head, and after a few minutes I would hear him yelling "D!"
I think it was hard for him to understand. Because I'm the only "girl" in that side of my family. He doesn't have any sisters, and he had seen me as a boy.
But the other boys always used my name and called me "she".
He's older now, he's almost 7... Now he use my name, and he call me "she", but I can still sometimes see that he's a bit confused...
That's one of the reasons I do not go into transition yet... I just don't know how to explain that to my little brothers... :-\
Sweet and bitter at the same time:
I was at an afternoon soccer game watching a bunch of my friends play; I quit the team a while ago when I couldn't abide being counted as one of the "men" on the team anymore. There was a woman new to the team playing, and her young daughter, maybe three years old, was on the sidelines being taken care of by the mom's friend.
After I had been there awhile, she ran up to me and a woman who plays on the team and grabbed us by our hands and started talking to us about her mom and how she was playing. Then she looked at me and asked (in one of those difficult-to-decipher kid's voices) why I was a boy and wearing a shirt with flowers on it. Mind you, it's just a plain gray tee shir with some random geometric designs, a little bit girly, but not really, and yes, part of the designs include stencils of roses silkscreened black.
My friend figured out what she was asking and explained, "She has roses on her shirt, just like you have daisies on your dress"
And then the girl decided that it was more important to argue about the distinction betweeen roses and daisies than between boys and girls.
It was strange; for a minute it seemed like I was just another woman to her, and then all of a sudden I wasn't, and then she didn't care. I can't say it didn't sting a little, though, even if it wasn't exactly unexpected.
My daughter used to call me 'daddy-momma' or a 'boy-girl' when she was around 5 yrs old, terms SHE came up with on her own. She doesn't anymore, and recently I asked her why. She said "my mom says there's no such thing". Her mother still refuses to call me by my new, LEGAL name.
aww thanks really cute...now what if it gets turned arround????
for some odd reason i think kids...jus sense certain things...but ne who...in my life most of the people that "call me out" are kids under the age of 10...like i was in columbus a month or so back visiting my g.fs family and i was playing with her sisters kids they called me d and him and so on...then after we left apperently her sisters daughter asked her mother is auntie alyda was kissing a girl or a boy...
im not aware of the fact is she caught on i have...chesticles or if she was jus confused on the fact she had an understanding her aunt was a lesbian.
when it comes to adults i usually pass with no problem..tho kids usually "catch on" that im a "girl"....