You may be wondering why I have such a hate on for Feminism. Or maybe you know, or perhaps you don’t give a fuck. Well, regardless I’m going to tell you what I think.
Basically I have a problem with any kind of activism that pits one group against another and hides under a thin veil of hate. Why does it have to be like that?
Start acting as if things like gender, race, sexuality don’t make a difference. Because they don’t. If you don’t give the “differences” power then they have none.
The world is a fucked up place, and the boys will learn that eventually, but I refuse to let other people’s prejudices and apparent activism tarnish their view on things.
They’re being raised that girls can do anything boys can do and vice versa. They’re being raised that it doesn’t matter what you look like, as long as you have a good heart. They’re being raised that it doesn’t matter who you love, rather how you love.
According to someone on Twitter, this is disingenuous and irresponsible. I disagree. We aren’t pretending that these things don’t impact the world as a whole, but we’re trying to show our kids that there is a better way to see things.
As the boys get older I find myself trying to remember what Hunter was like at the age Dorian is now.
Case in point, yesterday we were at the park for the first time since Dorian learned how to walk.
I had forgotten how much fun it is the first time they’re able to navigate the playground themselves! At first he was tentative with walking on the stones, but after a few steps he was off and running, chasing after some kids who were a little bigger than him! He even played Peek-a-boo with a little girl he’d never met before!
Meanwhile, Hunter and his friend were off in their own little world “hunting for Pokémon”.
Keeping track of both of them when they’re at such vastly different stages is exhausting but so much fun! When we’re outside, they don’t play together much, but Hunter did take some time out to go down the slide with Dorian yesterday.
The smiles on both of their faces and the sound of their laughing makes me almost explode with happiness just thinking about it. I’m such a lucky Mom 💙
Lately though, and probably since our first visit with the Psychologist about Hunter, I seem to have a never-ending supply of it!
It’s amazing! Hunter and I are doing things that I didn’t think we could do together because of how frustrated we both would get. A little bit of patience evidently goes a long way!
Yesterday we built a Crazy Fort in his room, and then to get the blanket he wanted to cover it with, he folded and put away his laundry (his laundry was all on top of his bed, just in case that wasn’t obvious)! He was more engaged and focused than I’ve ever seen him. Now, with that being said, he was still all over the place and needed occasiinal reminders to stay on task, but he did do extremely well!
I’m really not sure exactly what Adrian and I are doing differently, or if it can even be attributed to any one thing, but over the past week or so Hunter has been exceptional in the behavior department. At times he’s almost been a completely different kid.
Allow me to elaborate on that last bit; Hunter inherited his Mama’s temper.
It can get rough sometimes, but my newfound patience has been helping immeasurably.
Either way, it’s not a phrase you hear very often. Most of us complain about how difficult our jobs are, and some people actually hate theirs; not me though! My outside-the-apartment job is pretty groovy.
Being a Mom though, is fucking hard.
You feel their pain.
You struggle with them.
You advocate for them.
You lose sleep for them.
You skip meals because you’re too busy monitoring a fever for one and scheduling appointments for the other.
Your days are spent trying to conquer the never-ending mountain of laundry/dishes/picking up.
It’s hard, but 100000000% worth it. My kids are an extension of myself, and coincidentally two of my favourite people. They each have their own look that sums up how much they love me, and my only hope is that I’m able to do right by them.
After over a year of waiting for an appointment that has so far not come, we took matters into our own hands.
Today was our first appointment with a Psychologist to discuss Hunter and his struggles.
We’re a long way from any kind of conclusion, but we’ve got some research to do and some appointments to book. To start with, he’s getting an eye exam as soon as possible and we’re looking into finding an Occupational Therapist who specializes with kids.