It is that time of the year again.
Just like that, we find a note from the teacher in our Summer Camp backpack with this years supplies list. And so it begins, yet another quest for glue sticks and select a size paper towels. I am no closer to understanding why we need to contribute 200 Dixie cups, nore do I really care.
Seeing how this year my son is older and ever so opinionated, I thought I should take him shopping. Also it rained and I was not too crazy about watching the demolition site documentary, again. So we went to our local department store.
Little J insisted to hold and read the list. Then somewhere in between electronics and fragrances he told me there are shoes on his list. I double checked because I do, as all other mothers, believe my son is a genius who is capable of teaching himself to read. No shoes, just above mentioned bizarre items.
I was in rare form, because the next thing I know we are in the kids shoe section. Looking back, it is a good thing he did not misread his imaginary list addendum and we ended up buying a new ostrich or bobsled. Anyhow, the selection was limited, as I am sure is the case in most small town shops. He looked around and settled on a pair of Chucks. I started looking for his size in red or black.
And then Little J said: MAMA WHAT ABOUT THE PINK ONES?
Me: What about them?
Little J: Do they have my size?
Me: Do you like the pink ones?
Little J: It is not my favorite color, only my fifth favorite. But I don’t see the blue or green or aquamarine.
Me: You will wear pink sneakers to school? You don’t think they are a bit girly?
Little J: Girls wear blue and green. And Erika wore red last week.
Me: Well sure, but you don’t see many boys wearing pink.
Little J: Daddy has a pink shirt and I have a pink shirt.
Me: True. OK, I will look.
Turns out they did not have his size. In fact I realized he is still on the toddler side when it comes to Chucks, so we ended up buying the only pair they had in 9- hi top black ones. OK, they had high top pink ones too, but I kept quiet.
I always thought I was kind of cool. I let my son have long hair, because he likes it. I let him put pepper and salt on his dark chocolate, because he likes it. But I struggled with the image of him going to school in low, bright pink Chuck Taylors.
A day later I still don’t know why. Because with this attitude I am sure he could get away with it.
Would you buy pink Chucks for a boy?
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