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Mama, Ella Has a Penis!

There are things I really wish the other parents were telling their kids that would make life SO much easier for my daughter and me.  I wrote a friendly rant about this, along with some simple instructions on how to talk to young kids about gender identity.  It’s the brochure I’d like to hand out…

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It’s birthday time!

M. turned six over the weekend.  Six! So I told her she could invite six friends over to our house for a party. But then six became seven, and seven became eight. No worries, said gendermom, like she’d done this before (she hadn’t). It’s not like they’ll ALL be able to come. They all came.…

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Christmas with my… daughter!

I didn’t think I was going to have a daughter.  Six years ago today, I was extremely pregnant, waddling through the holidays and singing Christmas carols to the little boy in my tummy.  I was planning, imagining, and eagerly anticipating the year and the lifetime ahead as the mother of a son. My husband and…

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It’s time for a drink

The email subject line says this: “Drinks? Please!” It is from a woman I met earlier this year through our support group for parents of gender-nonconforming and transgender kids.  My five-year-old transgender daughter, M., was the same age as her son, Lucas.  We were both looking ahead to kindergarten with trepidation.  My kiddo had made…

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My daughter has an erection

Cognitive dissonance, anyone? Yes, life is interesting when your five-year-old daughter has a penis. It’s Monday night. She huffs, annoyed.  She’s in the bath playing with her rubber ducks. “I hate it when my penis sticks up like that.” I look into the bath water. Yup, she’s got a little erection going on. OK, Mom,…

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My girl wants to fight her own battles

We went to my sister’s house this weekend for the day.  M. spent the afternoon running around with her cousin, A., who is six years old – one year older than M. As we were leaving, my sister told me that the kids had been fighting in the backyard.  She said that A. had called…

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The Littlest Ally

With two months of kindergarten under our belts, it was time last week for our first-ever parent-teacher conference. M.’s dad and I sit down expectantly in tiny plastic chairs, our knees bent up to our chests, waiting for the report from M.’s sweet teacher.  She’s the type of teacher who’s far more at ease with…