On a quiet afternoon, I found myself on the couch with my 8-year-old son, engrossed in an episode of Pokémon. Suddenly, he sighed deeply and confessed, “Dad, I really like pink.” His eyes were cast downward, as if he were admitting a grave secret. In that moment, I was transported back to my own childhood.
My relationship with my father was complicated; he left when I was just 9. Before that, I sensed his discomfort with my interests. Growing up in the early ’90s, I didn’t fit the mold of what society deemed masculine. Sports and trucks didn’t appeal to me, and I had my own preferences—perhaps I even mentioned a fondness for pink. My father, a rugged heating and air-conditioning contractor, interpreted my demeanor as a sign of something he feared. In an attempt to “toughen me up,” he enrolled me in wrestling, with the hope that it would steer me toward a more traditional masculinity.
Wrestling was a nightmare for me. I didn’t like the aggression or the pressure to conform. I felt like my father was more invested in shaping me into a version of himself rather than allowing me to be who I truly was—a gentle and humorous child. I can still picture him watching from the sidelines, torn between concern for my masculinity and fear of me becoming “one of those boys.”
Fast forward to today. As a father, my primary concern is not about my son’s sexual orientation, especially not when it comes to his preference for pink or his disinterest in trucks and dirt. Yet, the way he hesitantly shared his fondness for pink made me anxious. Did he think I would judge him as my father once did?
It seemed clear that he had absorbed the idea that liking things deemed “girly” was somehow wrong. This was evident when he watched Frozen with his sister, seemingly captivated, but quickly dismissed it with “only girls like Frozen” when I asked if he enjoyed it. “That doesn’t mean you can’t like it,” I replied. “Yes, it does,” he insisted.
I had assumed that by now, boys could freely embrace their preferences without fear of ridicule. Yet, as I sat there waiting to respond, it was clear that we still had work to do. Instead of worrying about his orientation, like my father would have, I found myself questioning how I presented myself. Was I inadvertently reinforcing outdated gender norms?
I faced a pivotal moment. Should I encourage him to embrace his love for pink and challenge societal expectations? Or should I, like my father, dismiss it as something only girls should enjoy? Ultimately, I chose a more nuanced approach.
As he sat there, still avoiding eye contact, he mentioned a friend named Max who also liked pink, saying he was the only other boy who felt that way. I decided to respond in a way I wished my father had. “You know what? I like pink too. Now you know three boys who do.”
He relaxed, leaning back against the couch, and together we returned to watching Pokémon, both of us feeling a little lighter.
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Summary: Confronting gender stereotypes is essential in parenting. When my son expressed his love for pink, it prompted me to reflect on my own childhood and how I could support him in embracing his interests without fear of judgment. By fostering open discussions and acceptance, we can help our children grow into their authentic selves.
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