The Bear loves to sing. He sings to me, he sings to himself all the time. He makes up his own songs, he sings children's songs, he sings songs on the radio. He particularly loves to sing the songs from Frozen, including - especially, of course - "Let It Go." He knows every word. He will sing it with me when there is no music playing. Sometimes I can hear him singing it to put himself to sleep.
So yesterday we were driving home from school, he was singing something and I said, "I love to hear you sing, buddy." And he said, in the saddest little voice imaginable, "But I can't sing Let It Go anymore." I said, "Why not? Who said so?" And he said, "XX [a little girl in his class] told me. I'm not allowed to sing that song because I'm not a gril." (Not a typo - this is how he pronounces "girl.")
Y'all. My heart broke.
Needless to say, I immediately assured him that XX doesn't know what she's talking about, that just because Elsa is a girl doesn't mean boys can't sing that song too, that he should sing "Let It Go" anytime he wants to and he can tell XX that his mama says XX doesn't know shit from Shinola. (The last part was slightly more child-friendly when I said it out loud.) I think I convinced him. But. Little Miss XX has some thunder coming.
I'm sure the preschool director thought I was a nut when I called her today to report this story and insist that someone have a little chat with XX. I realize that XX is only 3, and this is an age where children are very interested in gender development and making distinctions between themselves and the other, and I understand that she didn't mean to crush him. But imagine the reaction if Bear had told XX she is not allowed to play with trucks, because trucks are only for boys. Or if someone told XX she is not allowed to sing "Let It Go" because Elsa is a white girl and XX is black.
Reverse sexism is still sexism, and I am having no part of it. If my son wants to sing diva show tunes until the cows come home, damn it, he can.
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