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NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS

Mom, Do You Think You’ll Ever Stop Talking About Gender?

The art of trying

My son goes to the YMCA after school. When I asked him who else went, he listed off a group of names that sounded like boy’s names. Let me stop you there. I know I’ve got a lot to learn.

I asked him, “Do girls go there too?”

“Mom,” my son said patiently, “do you think you’ll ever stop asking questions about gender?”

“I’m trying,” I said.

Like all the parents before me, the world has changed since I was a kid. My son was right. What difference does it make what gender anyone is? It’s none of my business, but I keep asking.

My son comes home every day from school with some new story about how the lunchroom people or the gym teachers grouped kids by gender. He’s shocked by it, but that’s how I grew up.

It was always boy, girl, boy, girl and we accepted it. It was all we knew.

Even when the boys got to climb ropes to ceiling and the girls had to jump rope on the ground, we got in our gender line without questioning.

I’m relieved the world is changing, yet I know it’s not the whole world. We’re in one of the bubbles where our children are correcting us on gender. A lot of the world is trying to push gender back into its societal factory setting.

Every day I learn something new.

“You know there’s not only he, she, and they mom,” my son tells me. I file it.

“The only people who should bring up gender are the people who are talking about their own gender,” my son told me. “It’s not about you.”

“I’m trying,” I told him. “But you have to know that my gender naivete has been there for half a century. Learning is harder as you age. I’m old. My brain cells are atrophied. I’ll get better.”

“I know mom,” my son said. “It’s fine.”

Gender is the new way we fail as parents. When I was young, white parents tiptoed around saying the word Black when they were asking about our friends and classmates.

When I think about it that way, I realize I am doing the exact same thing. My parents didn’t need to know if someone was Black anymore than I needed to know what gender someone is.

I’m learning and I’m asking my son questions. In the meantime, if I start to ask my kid for some gender reveal regarding one of his friends, I’m keeping my mouth shut. Instead, maybe I can ask him to play a game of darts. At least that way, I’m targeting a board not a person.

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