Dear Little Owl,
For almost a year now playing dress-up, along with playing with cars and trains, has been one of your favorite activities. You stand in front of my closet and choose one of my shirts (which of course all fit you as dresses) and then you ask me to do your hair and make-up. Of course, this never went over well with our family because “boys don’t wear makeup or dresses”, but we just ignore them. This last month you became obsessed with a new show, Disney’s Princess Sofia the First. It wasn’t long before you started begging us for a “princess dress” every time we went to the store. After a lot of arguing and reasoning with your mother, she finally let me buy you one. So this morning we went to the store and I told you to choose whatever dress you wanted. Gleefully you chose the bright red tutu Christmas dress. You’ve now had it on all morning and refuse to answer to any name other than Sofia.
It makes me so happy to see you twirling around and laughing at how your dress twirls with you. I don’t want you growing up thinking that what you’re doing is wrong; it isn’t. What you wear or don’t wear in no way defines who you are as a person. It doesn’t say anything about your gender or orientation. It’s a piece of fabric and as long as it makes you feel good about yourself, that’s all that should matter. People might whisper, stare, and shake their heads but it’s only because they don’t know any better. As long as I’m alive I’m going to make sure that you know better than them and that you continue to wear whatever makes your heart radiate. You’re beautiful and I love you, always and forever.