He or She

We've been trying to teach Troy about genders and how they affect pronouns. Up until this point, he's been saying "he" and "him" for everyone, regardless of their gender. He's been aware that mama is a girl and dada is a boy. He's also aware that he's a boy and Misha is a girl. So, it's really layering on top of this to now connect that logical thought to the pronoun that indicates gender. He's still struggling with the idea wanting to use "he" and "she" interchangeably, but tonight, he finally got it. Mama is a she, and dada is a he. He was so proud of himself. 

Of course, now he's gotten cocky. If I accidentally use the incorrect pronoun, he's quick to scream out my mistake. Sometimes he corrects me if he even thinks that I might have been thinking about saying it incorrectly, so he preemptively corrects my obvious future moronic tendencies.

I'm saddened by how confused he'll be with this whole gender fluid craze, where people can decide on their gender simply by how they express themselves. Their gender can literally change every day like clothes, because it's not tied to biology, it's tied to imagination and self-expression. We're not creating a world of freedom, we're creating a world of confusion and self-doubt. Instead of teaching our children to love themselves and celebrate our differences, we're teaching them to be no one, something undefinable and indescribable. We're teaching them to have identity crises. 

But identity comes from God above, and God made us man and woman in His own image. He didn't screw up or get it wrong. He made us exactly who we're meant to be. And that's what we're going to teach our son. He's a boy, and he'll always be a boy. There's nothing wrong with that. In fact, it's a beautiful and wonderful thing.